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“Don’t be a hero,” he whispered. “Heroes die alone.”

Jester, the god of death and misery goes back in time to take revenge against his previous reincarnation.

Keiren Astaroth finds himself at death's door, forced to pay for sins he did not commit. The seven races fought for a throne, the highest seat in the universe. 

Trapped in the future, Keiren must live as Caedes Volkov, someone the 7 races want dead.

If that wasn't enough? Keiren Astaroth was the son of Ifrit, the first primordial. He was the rightful heir to what Jester was essentially stripped of. 
The Forgotten Throne.
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Death God's System

I found myself back in my room, lying on the bed I had been sleeping just hours back.

I usually don't curse. Like genuinely.

But whatever's been happening lately has fucked up the nerves of my brain.

These velvet drapes that covered me, the soft pillows under my head, the majestic bed I lay in.

All of this was like the balm I never needed.

A voice resounded in my brain as I saw a crimson light appearing in front of my eyes.

It was more like a crimson-coloured screen.

I'd known about and even to some extent seen The God's System.

It had always been a blue screen that displayed my stats and powers.

But then what was this red anomaly?

And then, just like that; a similar yet ominous screen appeared in front of me. It was red.

Ding*