God of Drama: Creating a Fate-Origin Class from the Start

“Huh? What happened to me...”

“So this is what death feels like: emptiness, loneliness, helplessness...”

“Heh, hahaha, pfft... I jolted upright on my deathbed, only to find that humanity itself was the clown.”

“Playworld? A game?” The man looked down at the hole in his chest, his mouth full of blood.

“Being alive... is so exhausting...” The man collapsed to the ground and slowly closed his eyes as his consciousness faded away.

“Huh? Am I in heaven?” A blinding white light kept the man from opening his eyes.

As the white light faded,

“I... I've been reborn... Playworld? A conspiracy, or what?”

“And what exactly happened in my past life? Why was I killed, and who killed me? At the end, I vaguely heard something about a new zone...” Confusion filled the young man's eyes.

One of the most despairing ways to die is to be murdered without ever finding out who killed you.