Getting the Perfect Skill, Countering Death

[You have died.]

Stark woke up inside the dark space that represented his mind after death.

"Hm."

In front of him appeared a screen displaying the outside world, it was a way for him to not be spawn-killed and be ready.

Though, he was sure that it wouldn't really matter with someone like Follower as his opponent: there is little chance he's going to survive after reviving.

In fact, there is almost none.

The destruction around the two of them was terrifying, and Follower must be happy to have been doing his job well until now.

[60 seconds left to revive.]

He had 60 seconds to think.

His initial plan of angering Follower worked, as now, instead of actually continuing to destroy and kill, he would rather just stay by Stark's side until he came back.

"Kill him then," Soul Wielder appeared, grinning.

"Don't really have a way, I can't hurt him."

"How about using my potions for once, then?" Alchemist continued.