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?

Clinton sat on the ground, dazed, staring, thinking. 


‘Is the world… coming to an end?’ 


His eyes blinked; blue flames weak in his hollow sockets. Pain rippled through his entire being; every joint fractured, every rib fractured. But he was awake. 


They say when Apex Gods fight, mortals cower in fear. 


Waking up and seeing what he saw, this was the first thought that came to Clinton as he stared in awe and horror. 


He heard the cries of battle, the sounds of gods clashing. 


The Night Reaver’s presence; still dominant, still alive, still coming. 


All it took was one moment for him to understand what happened, he was smart. ‘They took me, and met a true Apex Predator of the Monster Domain!’ 


The Monster Domain [20]