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Blood poured out as he felt the blade pierce through his now weakened body.
"Why...?"
He was confused, surprised, flabbergasted. Various emotion can be seen in his now pale looking face.
As his blood drained, he can't help but wonder.
—Just why?
He who was kind. He who was wounded the most. He who was exhausted the most.
He who thought...
That the battle was finally over.
Yet why?
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And just like that. He lost his consciousness, harboring nothing but disbelief.
—Is this death?
No. He didn't feel disbelief, disbelief turned into anger, and anger into disappointment.
—This can't be it.
Disappointed that this is the end? Disappointed that he was unable to do anything?
—I don't want this.
Disappointed... That he can't avenge himself.
—I wanna go back...
As the chilling embrace of death looms over his body, he recalls the past.
The past where everything was peaceful.
The past where the tower didn't exist.
But was the past really peaceful? There was still wars, crimes and deaths.
—I don't care.
He does not care. After all the peace that was in his memories doesn't apply to everyone.
He recalls reading novels, where the protagonist gets killed then gets regressed to save everyone or enact his revenge. He who was just living alone in his room, his own peaceful world.
—Ahh... How ironic.
It seems like the novels who 'he' dearly love is now happening before his eyes.
Regression... How wonderful would it be regressions we're a thing. To be able to go back in the past and redo things. With the knowledge of the future.
Life however, is not a novel. No one is a protagonist.
—Is death really like this...?
He wondered.
He is cold.
Extremely cold.
The memories are fading.
He lost his consciousness a while ago, yet he can still think.
Why is that?
[Suitable individual discovered.]
—What?
A glimmer of hope appeared on his mind.
[Error. The body is in inoperable state. Adjustments will be made.]
Regression.
It's the only thing that keeps him going at the moment.
[Fixing the body... Done.]
He has no idea what's happening.
[Transferring the body... Done.]
However with this, he instinctively knew that he won't die.