The Mysterious Box
Yuntai staggered forward, his breath ragged, his body weak. He knew turning back wasn’t an option —not with those wolves still hunting him.
But just as he pushed through the snow, something strange caught his eye.
Half-buried in the frost ahead lay a simple rectangular box.
At first glance, it appeared ordinary, resembling the craftsmanship of a common carpenter —something one might see in a merchant’s shop or a noble’s collection. Small enough to carry with one hand, it bore no intricate designs, no signs of wealth or status.
And yet— it terrified him.
A single word was inscribed on its surface.
The moment his eyes landed on it—
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A searing pain exploded in his head.
A wave of unbearable agony crashed through his skull, forcing him to his knees. His vision blurred. The world spun violently as he clutched his head, rolling in the snow, a silent scream caught in his throat.
The word was unfamiliar— and yet, disturbingly familiar.
Each glance at it sent a stabbing sensation through his mind, as if something buried deep within him was being forcefully dragged to the surface.
What… is this?
The cold, the exhaustion, even the fear of being hunted—none of it compared to the sheer terror this object instilled in him.
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Gritting his teeth, Yuntai forced himself to stand, his limbs trembling.
I can’t… look at it again.
Lowering his head, he cautiously moved behind the mysterious box, using it as a shield between himself and the approaching danger. If this thing affects me like this… maybe it will affect the wolves too.
It was a desperate gamble—his last hope.
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The moment the wolves arrived, their snarling figures surrounding him, Yuntai felt his heart stop.
The murderous gleam. in their eyes made it clear—they intended to tear him apart.
But—
They didn’t move.
Their steps faltered. Their ears flattened, their hackles raised, and an unmistakable tension filled the air.
They were afraid.
Not of him— but of the box.
Despite their hunger, despite their strength, **not a single wolf dared to step closer.
Yuntai, still gasping for breath, finally allowed himself a single shaky exhale.
He had escaped death—for now.
But deep inside, a new fear settled within him.
What kind of object could even make beasts hesitate?
And more importantly—
Why did it feel like it was calling to him?
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