Chapitre 284: Twisted & Wicked

As he rose to his feet, ragged breaths left his lips as crimson blood dripped from his chin. He stood straight with his purple, swollen arms hanging down, huffing out as his teeth were shown to be drenched in his own blood.

I'm greedy. Even after living two different lives, I still want more. There's still so many things I want to see–the great cities of the elven continent, the fantastic beasts roaming Yulagsdra and its endless cultures, and even the blessed and accursed land of Jubra. All of it. I want to make so many friends that I struggle to remember their names. I want to experience enough adventures that I'll have to be reminded of them by singing bards. Life is boundless in its joys. I can't get enough of it–It's amazing. This is what I missed in my first life…Even here, stuck in the afterlife, I feel more alive than ever. I won't accept death until I'm satisfied, he thought.

Despite everything, victory was his.