The Sealess Forest: I Exchanged a Thousand Deaths for the Human World

The 1276th time I was reborn, I still couldn't die. Each time you die, the pain is permanently added. Now that the wind blows across my skin, it feels like countless knives are cutting my flesh. I have accumulated raw gold for fifty years, and I just want to buy a complete death that will never wake up again from the demigod in a black cloak. I am a natural F-level half-sheep, the lowest walking meat in this forest. I have no talent, no power, no cheating. All I have is a shotgun I made myself, and a fish that has died with me 1,276 times. They say level determines everything, F level can never beat SSS level. They say the rules set by God can never be resisted by mortals. Until I pulled the trigger and shot the half-tiger God of War in the head. Until God said that he would restart the world and wipe out all the disobedient ants.