For a long time, I stood there frozen, still unable to fully comprehend what I’d just heard. Everyone else...was already dead? But how? I mean, I knew we’d been thrust into a terrible situation right off the bat, but surely some of them must have been able to fight their way out or escape like I did.

I guess...that 7-day survival rate that had been calculated was actually being generous. Only 3 days had passed and we’d already been basically completely wiped out. Only I, most likely the absolute weakest of the bunch was left. This must have been some sort of sick joke.

As I finally arrived at our spawn point and saw the hundreds of corpses littering the ground, I felt a terrible rage and grief well up within me.

What had we done to deserve this? All of us, torn from our lives and slaughtered to serve as cosmic entertainment for some sadistic being in the sky.

And now, were we doomed to have our world scrapped and destroyed? My dream of a lazy life doing nothing, gone just like that? What could I do on my own, with an ability I didn’t even know how to use?

No. No. NO.

The rage within me grew, consuming every other emotion. Those gods thought we were doomed to fail, and didn’t even give us any proper abilities? Sent us in as cannon fodder?

I refuse. I’ll take everything back by myself.

They allowed a thousand of us to go in because we were the lowest world tier? It’s fine, just me is enough.

I’ll show them why I was selected as the most stubborn person in the world. I won’t let things go their way.

One day, I WILL lie down in my bed again and do nothing but watch videos all day. Just wait.

First, I need to address the most urgent issue, the fact that I’m currently missing an arm. Only having a single arm was a huge hindrance, from maintaining my balance while running to overall combat power and utility.

Maybe I could use one of the arms from one of the corpses and reattach it to myself using one of the Shop items?

Looking around, what remained of the gruesome remains of the human group appeared to be decently preserved, most likely because the forest was quite cold. There were probably several arms that I could use that were in serviceable shape lying around. I plucked one of the light plants nearby and used it as a makeshift lamp in order to more closely examine my surroundings.

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Grimacing, I forced back the bile rising up in my throat as I picked through the corpses looking for possible candidates. Soon, I found someone’s arm that roughly matched the length and size of my old one. There was only one issue: I had no way of separating it from the body.

The Shop most likely had some sort of blade I could use, but I was clean out of points at the moment.

“Melchior, how do I obtain more points?”

“Slaying indigenous creatures, completing objectives, and eliminating other races all reward points along with the welcome bonus for 7 days. Being at the top of the leaderboards will reward points along with other rewards. Lastly, certain gods or entities may offer points in exchange for accomplishing various tasks for them.”

Welcome bonus for 7 days? I hurriedly checked the Shop, and to my delight, saw that I had a balance of 900 points. It seemed that I received a daily bonus of 300 points as a freebie, like a log- bonus from one of those crappy mobile games. This along with the rigged ability pull in the beginning made me start to wonder which degenerate god had designed this system. Well, whatever, these 900 points were still a literal godsend in my current situation.

I browsed through the Weapons tab of the Shop and saw a variety of different armaments, ranging from swords, axes, and firearms to bizarre alien devices. All the weapons I knew from Earth were incredibly cheap, going up to at most 5 points for the most expensive assault rifle.

For now, I bought a [Butcher Knife- 20 AP] for 1 point, and after collecting it from my mail, offered a quick apology to the man I was about to dismember.

Hacking and sawing away an arm was surprisingly difficult, especially with just one arm, but I remained rather calm through it. After all, nothing could surprise me at this point.

After about 10 minutes of excruciating effort, I was able to finally obtain my new friend. Now, how to go about attaching it to myself?

My first plan was to try and pour the Medium Potion over it while holding it to my shoulder, in hopes that they would fuse together. If not, I’d ask Melchior if there were any items I could use to help me.

With the Medium Potion awkwardly held in my mouth ready to pour, I began to firmly press the arm to my right shoulder. Drop by drop, I carefully poured onto the arm looking for any sign that they were connecting.

By the time I’d already poured a third of the potion, not a single thing had changed. The arm and my shoulder refused to combine. With a sigh, I began to consider the next plan.

And then, all of a sudden.

Ding!

[Foreign entity (Human right arm) detected in proximity. Activate ?]

Wait what? My ability triggered the UI? Someone else’s arm was apparently classified as a foreign entity and could now be designated as friendly by my body.

Trembling with excitement, I agreed to activate .

I then felt an incredibly intense itching sensation, as if a million ants were crawling over my right side. Looking over, I could clearly see the arm and my shoulder gradually fusing together, bit by bit.

Hallelujah! I’m back in it! My ability wasn’t completely worthless! Where there’s a will, there’s a way, as they say.

So this is what it meant by foreign entity huh?

Wait....if other people’s body parts could be attached, then what about...

A truly outlandish notion suddenly popped in my head as I grinned at the single Lycoph corpse that was present.