Allenheim

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me...

I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun...

"Who am I?"

Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination?

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P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

The Ruined Death Knight

"How come they came to such a conclusion? I mean, you are..."

Danzel in response shrugged his shoulders before sitting on a small bed.

"An undead? Well, that's one reason." He said while staring at Shiro.

"Apparently our actions and looks are close to 2 gods that those natives believe in."

Pointing his finger at Shiro, he continued.

"You Shiro, they take you as the god called White Life because of your long hair and for the fact that you healed that one guy's arm. And though I ain't too sure, some of those natives might worship you as the god who brought life."

"While for me, they believe of me being the god of death and that brings the cold, called Harsch Death. Honestly, so idiotic." Danzel shook his head.

Although 4th-tier existences could be seen as god-like figures to the common man as they held strength far more immense that their own imagination,

It was far, very far from the truth.

Playing Gods and Impressive Weapons