Blood. Screams. The smell of burning iron.
I lay there, my chest split open like firewood. The guild master laughed as he pulled his blade from my ribs.
"Pathetic, Seo-jin. Even dying, you're useless."
My vision blurred. The floor swallowed me whole. And then—
[You have died.]
[Regression activated.]
…Darkness shattered. I was standing again. Same moment. Same floor of the Tower. Same mocking laughter.
But this time, something was different.
[You have stolen your killer's skill: Sword Aura.]
I stared at my trembling hands. The blade in my grip hummed with unnatural light. The power that had killed me a moment ago now belonged to me.
"Wait. What… what the hell is this?"
The guild master blinked at my sudden smirk. He didn't even have time to question it before my sword tore through his chest.
[You have killed an enemy.]
[Would you like to regress?]
I laughed. A wild, hysterical laugh that echoed through the Tower.
If this was my curse, then fine. I would die. I would die as many times as it took.
And when I stood atop this Tower, the gods themselves would wish I stayed dead.