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Yoo Jihwan was nothing more than an E-rank hunter—a disposable pawn in a world ruled by the strong. Betrayed and left to die in a dungeon, he thought it was the end.

But death was only the beginning.

In the abyss of darkness, where nothing existed, a cold truth was revealed. He could not escape. He would return—again and again. With every death, the curse grew stronger, and so did he.

As monsters began to fear him and the system itself twisted to accommodate his existence, Jihwan realized one thing:

This world does not reward the weak.

If death would not claim him, then he would carve his name into fate itself.

The E-rank hunter who defied death was no longer just prey.

He was becoming something else.

My New Afterlife System

My New Afterlife System

[ The System has recorded your death. ]

[ You have earned Death Points (DP). ]

[ Due to your death, your Death Points have increased by 1. ]

There was no pain. No weight. No sensation at all.

Yet, Jihwan's mind was awake. Conscious.

Death. He was certain that's what had happened.

His body had been torn apart. His bones shattered. His screams swallowed by the suffocating mist of the dungeon.

Before he could grasp what was happening, his senses rushed back all at once.

A deep inhale—air flooded his lungs.

A sharp, stinging pain—his body trembled with sudden awareness.

Jihwan gasped, his eyes snapping open. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as his hands pressed against the cold, damp stone beneath him.

The thick scent of iron. The eerie crimson mist rolling through the air. The distant echoes of dripping water.

Lee Hyunwoo. Standing tall, leading the group with his A-rank presence. His sword rested casually against his shoulder.

Kim Jisoo. Fixing the grip on her staff, her lips slightly curved in an amused smile as she spoke to another hunter.

Two others, talking casually, looking alive.

But they were supposed to be dead.

Jihwan's heart pounded violently against his ribs.

But here he was. Back in the same dungeon. Back at the moment before their deaths.

His fingers curled into the stone beneath him. His body trembled—not from fear, but from something deeper.

A single realization crashed down on him like an avalanche.

[ The System assigns power based on your eligibility. ]

Jihwan exhaled, his hands tightening into fists.

He had always been weak. Disposable. He had accepted that.

But this time, he wouldn't die for them again.

The Dungeon of Betrayal