"Everyone I knew from my hometown was blown to pieces by soldiers from those small countries. The girl I liked was beaten to death by her husband after getting married. I cried as I stabbed him with a knife, then got caught and beaten to death by his family. Then I came back to life and fought with his family again, only to die once more, and then revive again, getting up to fight the family's servants! Over and over! I lost count of how many times I fought, but eventually I killed them all, and yet I still couldn't die..."
The Death Lord exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, stomping it beneath his foot while furiously scratching at his head as if trying to tear his scalp off,
