On the hospital bed, I took my last breath.
The day I died, no one shed tears for me. In other words, it was brought in by them personally.
I thought this was the ending, but I was thrown into a death game called "reincarnation".
Death is the ticket here.
When you open your eyes and see the scarlet countdown in front of you, congratulations, you have become a "player" in the dungeon world.
There are no resurrection coins here, and there is no novice protection period. From the first-level ghost market to the thirty-level land of the gods - thirty levels of purgatory, thirty times of life and death choices. Every choice leads to two endings: passing the level, or real death.
It is said that those who clear level 30 difficulty can get the only reward - rebirth.
But those who passed level 29 only left the last two words - "Don't believe it..."
In the bloody copy, I had to tear apart the disguise of humanity with my own hands. In despair and betrayal, I gradually transformed from a weak dying person to a "god of death" who controls everything.
I don't know who is behind all this, and I don't know what is waiting for me at the end.
All I know is that I want to go back.
Go back and let those who killed me have a taste of hell.
I don't want to die, I want to pass the level.
Intention: Only after death can I understand: The only one who can save me is myself.
