The male supporting character was actually myself.

As the young carpenter spoke, he took off his shirt, ran a few steps forward, jumped up, roared, and his black claws landed on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Wolves, werewolves!" Brian swallowed hard. "Such a small village, with demons and werewolves, it's terrifying!"

After transforming, the little carpenter grew to nearly three meters tall, with a large, fierce wolf head covered in black mane. He bared his sharp teeth and roared, "Demon, you dare to run wild in the village? Your death is at hand!"

He lunged forward and began wrestling with the black humanoid figure.

"Be careful, it might liquefy!" Jiang Chen hurriedly warned.

The young carpenter grabbed the black humanoid figure with both hands, tore it in half, and flung it far away. He then jumped over, grabbed one half, tore it apart again, and flung it away. "Isn't he immortal? Then let's make sure he can never come back together!"

The black humanoid figure wriggled, trying to penetrate and attack the werewolf's body, leaving numerous wounds on his skin.

"Awooo!" The little carpenter howled as he tore off the liquid, his wounds healing rapidly, and he began tearing it to shreds again!

The two fought fiercely, and the carpenter's grandmother, seeing this, said with dissatisfaction, "How many times have I taught you? Why are you still so clumsy at fighting? It's true that children who grow up in Hepingli are still too bad."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her headscarf without even taking off her coat. Her black muscles burst open, tearing her dress into pieces that fell to the ground. A slightly smaller but more ferocious werewolf rushed over and joined the battle.

The villagers were so terrified by the violent scene before them that they forgot to run away.

The hunter, holding his crossbow, was momentarily at a loss for where to aim. "There really are werewolves! My God! They've been living in our village for decades!"

"Go to hell!" Song Gang, with his sharp eyes, spotted the old priest in the crowd, who was walking slowly and unsteadily.

The wooden splinter in his hand was aimed straight at his heart!

"The Curse of the Deadwood!"

The old priest, who was trying to escape with his back to him, suddenly turned around, and the wooden staff in his hand glowed with a faint green light.

Suddenly, a black thorn sprouted from the ground beneath the old priest's feet, blocking Song Gang's path. The black thorn then began to grow wildly, trapping people in the streets and alleys, and even those hiding in their rooms.

The sharp wooden splinters kept approaching, and in a short time, many people were pierced and bleeding profusely.

Sensing the scent of blood, the black thorns wriggled even more frantically, and soon everyone except the two werewolves and the black humanoid who were fighting was trapped by the black thorns.

"Host, do you need me to kill him for you?" The little white cat asked, trembling all over.

However, it was as if there was a protective shield around Jiang Chen, and wherever he went, the black thorns would automatically retreat.

"Do you have the guts?" he asked as he walked toward the old priest.

The fluffy little dumpling blushed instantly and awkwardly scratched its left foot against its right. "I...I'm a little afraid. But for my host, I can still give it a shot!"

"I can handle this kind of thing."

"My host is the best! My host is the best!" The little white cat hugged his neck and showered him with compliments.

Jiang Chen forced back the black thorns and walked up to the old priest, calmly raising the wooden spike in his hand, "It's all time to end this."

"The Curse of Withered Bones!"

"Soul-Stealing Curse!"

……

"No! Don't kill me!" After discovering that the Overseer was unaffected by the curse, the old priest collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling, "I just don't want to die! If you spare my life, I'll tell you the secret of immortality!"

Those black oils, do you understand?

The church collects them to make potions, like the kind described in the Demon Codex that grants eternal youth and immortality.

They live longer than vampires but don't harm anyone; all they need is a constant supply of black oil to make potions.

I'm almost there!

If you don't kill me, I can teach you how to summon immortality, so even if the Church sends a large army, they won't be able to take away our black oil mine! We will live forever!

I taught old Wayne a lot, but unfortunately he lacked the talent. You, however, are sure to succeed!

"The black oil you're talking about is just petroleum, an unrefined mineral." Jiang Chen raised the wooden splinter in his hand and said softly, "There is no such thing as immortality in this world, so stop dreaming."

Even as a splinter stained with holy water was driven into his heart, the old priest could not believe he was wrong until his death. His wide, empty eyes watched the sky gradually lose its luster.

The black figure that had been fighting between the two werewolves finally stopped writhing, and a few seconds later it transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared under the intense sunlight, leaving behind drops of black oil on the ground.

"Hoohoo!"

The young carpenter, panting heavily, looked at his grandmother apologetically and said, "I will definitely listen to you and practice more in the future."

"Go put your clothes on first, this is too scary." Grandma walked briskly towards her little wooden house, muttering, "Why do we have to show our true form to be agile? It's really not comfortable for humans to get old."

Grandma Martha came over with a jug of water, muttering incantations as she sprinkled it on the black thorns.

The hunter, his arm bleeding from the thorns, was bewildered. "We have demons and werewolves, so it's normal for the village to have a witch, right?"

The black thorns withered quickly upon encountering the witch's water, falling to the ground in pieces, and the villagers were soon freed.

"Grandma Martha, thank you for the flowers." Jiang Chen walked over and handed her the small white flower from her pocket. "I don't need its protection anymore."

Grandma Martha, with a kind face and dressed in a gray-blue dress, smiled gently, "Keep it, child, you might need it someday."

She turned around and looked at Duan Chengze, who had several bloody holes from being stabbed. "If you had drunk the medicine, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this. Luckily, your friend did a great job. Come here, kids, who's injured?"

Before I'm tied to a pillar and burned to death, let me heal your wounds first.

The water, which had been enchanted, felt cool and comfortable when sprinkled on the wounds, and the wounds on Jiang Chen and his group healed quickly.

The old priest's body had long since withered and shriveled, looking like a shriveled old monkey. He was soon tied to a pillar by the angry villagers, who were preparing to burn him.

After Grandma Martha healed the injured villagers, the little carpenter and his grandmother packed their bags and prepared to leave.

“You can’t leave!” Priest Brian stretched out his arms to stop them. “You are everyone’s saviors, and you have lived in the village for so many years. This is your home!”

Little carpenter, Grandma, and Granny Martha, you must stay in the village. We will all protect you! Right?

Other villagers rushed over, expressing their heartfelt gratitude for saving their lives and promising to live in harmony and protect the village together, just as they had for decades.

"To be honest, I always thought it was because I was strong that I could keep those wolves from causing trouble in the village." The hunter stared blankly at the crossbow in his hand, then chuckled, "Now I realize that they weren't afraid of me, but of you!"

I've always worried about what will happen if the wolves come and cause trouble one day when I can no longer hunt.

Honestly, I'm so glad I can finally relax and not worry about anything. I mean, little carpenter, why don't you come hunting with me sometime? It'll help you hone your hunting skills and also intimidate the wild beasts in the forest. We'd be the perfect team!

"Martha, you really have magic! I knew you had magic, it's amazing! Do you have a crystal ball? Can you help me predict when my grandson will find his ideal girl?"

……

The small village, which had survived the disaster, was now filled with joy and harmony.

The dungeon wasn't over immediately, so Jiang Chen and his team had time to retrieve the remaining parts of Avia and Kane from the mysterious cave, bury them with their bodies, and erect two simple wooden markers so that their families could find their remains in the future.

"It's finally over." As the sun set and the tranquil village was enveloped in peace and tranquility, Zhimeng couldn't help but sigh.

Upon receiving the news, the church sent new inspectors, and specialists surveyed and planned to build a wide road leading directly to the big city. They needed to continue extracting black oil, and the abundant resources would eventually nourish the small village and make it more prosperous.

"The end?" Lin Yuan smiled wickedly, toying with the wooden thorn in his hand, and said quietly, "No, no, no, this story has only just ended. For me, everything has just begun!"

Liang Rumeng asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

"That depends on what the man who's catching the dog wants to do." Lin Yuan glanced at Song Gang sitting motionless at the entrance of the stone house not far away.

It's unclear whether he's frustrated at missing the chance to win a big prize or regretting falling out with others.

“The essential difference between humans and demons is that humans can suppress and alleviate their desires,” Jiang Chen said. “The old priest was like that; his soul became twisted in his extreme desire for immortality.”

Song Gang really wanted to win.

The countdown on the wall might have given him a strong sense of pressure, making him want to get more time as a reward.

Once a person fails to restrain their desires and allows them to run rampant, they are not far from transforming into a demon.

Duan Chengze sighed and shook his head, saying, "Everyone be careful when we get back to the apartment. Hopefully, Song Gang won't do anything foolish."

"He wouldn't dare!" Liang Rumeng said fiercely. "It's one thing for us to fight over things in the dungeon, but if anyone dares to cause trouble in the apartment, I'll be the first to not let him off!"

As the sun sets, it bathes everything in a golden glow, and the gentle spring breeze is intoxicating.

The group fell silent and quietly enjoyed the rare peace and tranquility.

As night fell, the system finally sounded a notification.

Congratulations to the player for successfully clearing the 'Nightfall' dungeon! You are currently exiting the dungeon... Rewards are being calculated and will be distributed shortly.

Chapter 41 Virtual Apartment

Jiang Chen opened his eyes. The hands of the clock on the wall began to tick softly. It was still just past 8:30 in the morning, a mere ten seconds past.

The time in the apartment did not change during either of the two times I entered the beginner dungeon.

After the dungeon rewards were distributed, he received a 40-day time bonus, as well as the little white flower item given to him by Granny Martha—which grants immunity to magic attacks.

"Lin Yuan, get out here!" Even in his own bedroom, Jiang Chen could hear Song Gang's furious roar.

He hurriedly got up and left the room, just as Duan Chengze, who reacted quickly, drove out as well.

Enraged, Song Gang, carrying a barbell, strode to Lin Yuan's door and began pounding on it like a madman, roaring, "You think you're so tough in the dungeon? Open the door now, or I'll smash it to pieces! Open the door! Get out here!"

Zhimeng opened the door and peeked in, but upon seeing what was happening, she quickly shrank back and closed the door.

She knew she was timid, weak, and clumsy with words, so it wasn't appropriate for her to get involved in this situation; it was better to back down than to get involved.

"You think I'll open the door just because you tell me to? Who do you think you are?" Lin Yuan's sarcastic voice came from behind the door. "Just a dog-catching guy, why should I take orders from you?"

Song Gang was so angry that his face turned black, and he picked up the barbell and smashed it against the door.

"Duang!"

Jiang Chen noticed that he used a lot of force, but not a single mark appeared on the seemingly ordinary wooden door.

The simple-minded and physically gifted Song Gang clearly hadn't considered this issue at all. When he saw that the wooden door didn't budge after he slammed it, and that the guy even retorted and provoked him in a sarcastic tone, his anger intensified, and he grabbed the barbell and smashed it repeatedly.

"Song Gang, are you crazy?!" Almost simultaneously, Liang Rumeng opened the door, her face serious and her voice fierce as she roared, "You really want to kill someone in this apartment? Put the barbell down!"

Her slender body seemed to contain immense power, and her roar made Song Gang freeze, ceasing his swing of the barbell and his pounding on the door.

"Go back to your room and calm down!" Liang Rumeng said with a stern face, looking quite intimidating, much like a dorm supervisor.

Duan Chengze couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. Watching Song Gang dejectedly return to his room and slam the door shut, he walked over to Jiang Chen and whispered, "Auntie is indeed auntie, she's very fierce."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but tilted her head to indicate that he should come to her room.

"Did you notice that door?" he said, keeping his voice down. "It proves once again that the entire apartment building is virtual. Real things can't be that sturdy; it wasn't even scratched after being hit by a barbell."

Duan Chengze sat down on the sofa, sighed softly, and said helplessly, "To be honest, I always feel like you are the protagonist in those novels."