บท 122: 122. Birth Of A God

The last thing Sam could remember was seeing a fist enveloped in a golden aura speeding toward his face.

Everything after that was a blur.

He lost consciousness, and his mind drifted into darkness.

Several hours passed like that with nothing happening. Sam tried calling out to the voice in his mind, but there was no response.

He knew this feeling. It was something he was all too familiar with.

He was dead.

However, he had never been dead for so long.

Usually, it would only take him a few seconds to get out of this darkness. All he had to do was think about it, and his body would start healing itself.

But right now, no matter how much he may think about getting out of his darkness, he couldn't seem to.

He was dead for real this time.

'I think I messed up,' Sam thought in his mind. 'Did I kill myself? Wow, that was even more pathetic than dying by Starsuper's hands.'