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?

Through a land scorched by magic, ripped by claws, and painted with the fury of apex predators, the trio; undead, elf, and man, arrived before an edifice that should not have existed. 


Even amidst the chaos of the Monster Domain, this structure stood apart. 


It was a gateway, but no ordinary door of stone or steel. It rose like the fang of a forgotten god, piercing the sky, forged from ancient obsidian laced with pulsing crimson veins of raw, condensed mana. 


It towered high above them, wide enough to let a dragon pass, tall enough to block the sun. Symbols etched in a dead language that burned to be looked upon slithered across its surface, never still, always shifting. 


The earth beneath their feet vibrated in tandem with its heartbeat. 


This was the threshold to the third level of the Dark World of the Dungeon of Azarick, the gateway of the Monster Domain. 


The Monster Domain [22]