Great

Clinton ran, Clinton won the race, Clinton kissed a girl, Clinton died.
What a truly miserable way to die.
Clinton woke up to see himself before an angel.
“You are now before judgement”.
“For being an arrogant prick, a womanizer who slept without remorse with your mate’s girlfriends, and for 999+ other sins that you have committed, you have been sentenced to life outside hell”.
“You have been sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in Planet #2122 as a low-tier undead in a Dungeon”.
And so, Clinton’s fate was sealed in the most miserable way possible.
Beep!
{You have unlocked reincarnation curse: Miserable Undead System!}
‘Oh boy!’

Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton?

By the time Clinton finished harvesting all that he wanted, he had amassed a treasure trove of materials. 


The mana-infused hide for armor and energy-draining properties, the apex talons, razor-sharp, ideal for forging deadly melee weapons, the Behemoth’s core, a crystallized heart, a potential power source for his mythical weapon, and then the predator fangs, perfect for crafting venomous blades or reinforced spears. 


He stood over the ruined corpse, weapons in hand, mind brimming with ideas. 


The monsters still watched from the distance, but none dared step forward. 


Not while the true predator was still standing. 


Clinton returned to his ruined stronghold, standing amidst the crumbling debris, shattered walls, and the remnants of his last battle. 


His bastion had saved his life, but it wasn’t enough. 


The Monster Domain [11]