“Ah… uh… kuh… urk.”
“You… uh!”
“This… damn… bit…”
Through my blood-red vision, I see the blurry figure of a woman. She had dark blonde hair that seemed to emit its own light and wore a pure white dress.
“Now then, please work hard from now on. Hero number 163417413.”
She says this while waving her hand casually. I tried to open my mouth to retort, but I was wrong.
I couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone speak.
I’m dying.
So this is what dying feels like.
I felt it deep in my bones with my whole body.
I,Park Jeong-yong Age 24. Rest here.
Consciousness became increasingly sticky.
Falling. Being sucked in.
Darkness.
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No-backup, No-future, No-answer Life: Park Jeong-yong’s Hardcore Souls-like Isekai Life
