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?

The Night Reaver’s presence spread through the world like a Divine, no, a descent of the Profane. 


Vaelin Duskwhisper and Garrick the Red were not the best that their various races could offer, but both were battle-hardened warriors, veterans that had soaked their blades in the blood of beasts and monsters. 


With their supernatural senses, in one look, they could tell that this towering monster was just a level 15. 


And yet, yet… they felt like they were stuck in a quagmire. 


The aura of this monster was profane, suffocating. 


It seemed to curl around their necks like the body of a Python, crushing their windpipe, taking the breath out of them. 


It felt like looking at the Devil himself. 


Vaelin and Garrick didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. 


The Monster Domain [19]