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 did not have a heart and yet he could not help the feeling like his heart was beating rapidly in his chest, filling him with a rush of adrenaline as he executed the crazy plan that he came up with to survive. 


As soon as the frost shard materialized in his arm, there was no more hesitation in his mind. Abstraction took place. 


Every distraction disappeared, replaced by cold focus and will. 


Clinton took careful aim, aligning the shot with the base of the support rune beneath the gate. Then, he released it. 


Leaving a blur behind, the shard flew and struck true, striking the conduit and the result was instant. 


A sound like glass shearing across steel echoed through the arena. 


The mana veins exploded outward in violent arcs of destabilized energy. A cascade of magical backlash rippled across the floor, rupturing the runes that kept the arena whole. 


The Monster Domain [25]