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?

[You have entered the territory of the Dreadjaw Tribe- one of the Five Great Orc Tribes of Azarick’s Third Level.] 


[WARNING: You are now within the jurisdiction of a possibly hostile Orc dominion. Proceed with extreme caution.] 


Clinton blinked at the flickering system message, his breath catching. 


Dreadjaw Tribe? The words meant nothing to him, but the implications were clear enough. Another threat, another nightmare, another place that would likely loathe him just as much as the last. 


Clinton felt tired, hateful at this world that never seemed willing to give him a moment of rest, but if there was one thing he learned to appreciate since being banished after death to this world, it was knowledge. 


It was with enough knowledge from his exploration that he managed to know the Decaying Forest enough; its terrains, its monsters and their hunting regions, and their level of power. 


War realm [3]