phantom_moi

After taking his own life before death came looking for him, a young man encounters death in a female form and is cured to eternal reincarnation, till Lilith who is death in this context is satisfied. Join him as he goes from life to life living different adventures from fantasy to adventure to realistic, each life contains a different adventure and slight change in genre.

Across the lives, punishment for cheating death

Every time I swung the Demon Devourer of Swords, I felt my life slipping away—like sand draining through an hourglass I couldn't flip over.

The Night Emperor staggered under the force of my attacks. His skeletal frame trembled as cracks spread through his decaying armor. Jian's spear had pierced through his back, but the bastard still wouldn't die.

I clenched my teeth, blood dripping down my side from the shadow spear wound. The system's warnings flashed again:

"Warning: Life Force at Critical Level. Continued use of Demon Devourer may cause permanent soul damage."

Soul damage? Whatever that meant, I doubted it was good. But if we didn't kill this thing, we would be the ones left as broken bones on the floor.

"Jian!" I shouted, lunging forward again. "We need to finish him—now!"

She was already moving. Her spear glowed with golden light as she circled around the Night Emperor's side. "Cover me—I'll go for the core!"

The core. Right—the system had mentioned weak points in stronger enemies. If we hit it, we might stand a chance.

The Night Emperor let out a guttural roar, raising his sword high. A black mist poured from his body, and suddenly, dozens of skeletal minions crawled out of the ground, their hollow eyes glowing with malice.

Jian didn't answer—she was too busy charging toward the boss. That left me to handle the skeleton horde. My sword burned in my hand as I tightened my grip.

"Blood Rage—Activate."

The world blurred as red energy coursed through me. My body screamed in pain, but the sword was an extension of my will—hungry and wild.

I cut through the first skeleton like it was paper. Then another. And another.

The Demon Devourer consumed everything in its path. With each kill, I felt a strange warmth—an addiction—to the blade's power.

But it was too much.

My vision blurred, and my legs felt weak. A bitter taste filled my mouth, and a chilling thought crept into my mind:

I'm going to die here.

Chapter 10: Edge of Death