(Warrior path, pure melee combat, specializing in all kinds of bells and whistles.)
(Not Our Lady, not Our Lady, not Our Lady.)
(There is a golden finger, but the price is high. I will become stronger and stronger and crazier.)
There is no system panel, no data flow, only fists, teeth, iron pipes, and a life that cannot be beaten to death.
I, Karn Ashes, was a mercenary in a war-torn area in my previous life. I died under the cold gunfire of traitors. I fired the grenade and perished with the enemy.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a dock thug who was beaten to death by more than twenty people. The bones were broken and the blood was almost drained, but a dark red mark on my right arm was burning - the broken bones reconnected by themselves, the wounds healed by themselves, and I climbed up from the pile of dead people.
They were still sharing the spoils outside the door and still laughing.
I picked up half of the iron pipe and walked out.
