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 light from the collapsing gate flickered out behind them, sealing off the chaos of the Monster Domain with a final, echoing groan. 


Clinton, cradled over Garrick’s shoulder like a scorched relic of death and defiance, blinked slowly as the new world came into view. 


A dense mist curled at the edge of twisted trees. Vines hung like nooses from branches that groaned like the dead. The air was thicker here, hungrier. 


Clinton shivered as he felt a cold chill crawl down his spine. 


‘No solace’. He thought, suddenly indignant. 


The trio had escaped annihilation. They had done the impossible, survived the cruel crucible of the monster domain, fought its countless monsters and survived, fought and escaped the Night Reaver, fought Gravemaw and lived to tell the tale, but they hadn’t found peace. 


They had simply stepped into another hell. 


‘F*ck! F*ck! F*ck it all!’ Clinton felt like howling in anger. 


Well, what did he expect? Peace? Solace? 


War realm [1]