It took me a long time to understand that, at least with the current "New Book of the Dead," there's no way to reverse tragedy.
What I longed for was nothing but an illusion.
I have awakened and found relief.
I've decided to destroy the "New Book of the Dead."
But I never expected that the Mad King's legacy had already caught the attention of a group of people.
They dragged me into an alternate dimension with the shackles of war.
There, I smelled a familiar stench.
It was those bastards from the Rudelson group!
In anger, I engaged in combat with them.
Although I successfully killed dozens of enemies, I still suffered fatal wounds.
My body has reached its limit.
I suddenly began to think.
I can finally be relieved, and I can go to see her.
The inhuman body and identity that was difficult for outsiders to accept made me lose hope in living after losing her.
Just as they began to transform me into a living dead, in a daze, I seemed to see her silhouette.
