The Second Reincarnation Will Eventually Become a Natural Disaster

I've died twice. The first time, on Blue Star, he died in a senseless accident. The second time, in the world of swords and magic, he died from the goblin's dirty daggers and carnival. When I woke up for the third time, I became a black skeleton buried in a pile of bones. Maggots nest in my empty eye sockets, death echoes around me But this time, there is something else in my soul - "Black Soul". It can devour souls, capture memories, and turn death into my bones and blades. Hatred used to be my fire, but the long darkness taught me more: to explore the truth of the world, understand the nature of magic, and carve out an unquestionable "existence" that belongs to me in this meaningless reincarnation. I will crawl out from the deepest part of the dungeon. If the gods regard me as a disaster, I will become a disaster; if the world gives me silence, I will repay it with... The whisper of bones and the judgment of soul fire. This is the third and last time. My life no longer accepts any definition.