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At the most serious moment?

The soldier inched closer to me hesitantly. I could sense that he was extremely reluctant. Just when he grabbed my soldier, I held my breath. It was a matter of death and life.

He turned me on my back and placed his finger under my nose briefly. Then, he pulled away. My body was already cold and he was damned scared.

"Dead," The soldier announced. "Commander, the chasm is deep. I don't think that anyone can survive."

"Fine." The Commander voices gruffly, "Let's take a look around and return to the camp."

When they walked away from me, I released my breath. The man's dead eyes were fixated on me. If I didn't know that I was a fictional world, I might have died from a heart attack. Well, I didn't have a heart problem. I was an active woman. But my head was already on a high dose of adrenaline. I was fucking killed once.

I raised my head a little and peeked. The soldiers were nowhere to be seen. I wanted to be sure that they were gone. So, I waited for what felt like two hours lying among the dead.

The dusk slowly fell. The stench was getting worse. I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up slowly while trying hard not to squish any limbs of the deceased. "My apologies."

I looked up at the narrow sky and wondered if it was how frogs felt like when they looked up from the bottom of the well.

"Why does my brain always find a way to think of random things at the most serious moment?" I asked myself. Did it matter how frogs felt? I wasn't feeling well for sure. I walked in the opposite direction of the direction where I walked with the soldiers in my first life in this world. I wanted to go as far as possible. There was no way that I wanted to see the sick emperor as a survivor of this mass suicide.

Even though I knew that these weren't real bodies, my stomach churned at the grotesque sight. I guessed that I was distracted by the letter and the soldiers previous time. None of the dead had their bodies intact.

A woman was lying in the way. She was holding a child in her arms. The child should be around seven or eight. His body was limped, arms twisted in awkward shapes, face buried in blood. The woman's arm was around the child's waist.

Nausea clogged my throat. I held my stomach and bent my waist. Nothing but saliva came out of my mouth. My stomach was probably empty. Was it because I started from zero? I didn't like this. Would I be able to live sanely after seeing this?

I placed my hand on the rough wall and continued walking, ignoring every sensation that I was receiving from stepping on the dead. I didn't want to know what I was stepping on. My brain still came up with answers. I wanted to be numb.

"It wasn't real," I told myself, "It was fictional."

"What isn't real?" His voice was sepulchrally deep and resonant, carrying an underlying grim tone. "Is it you or me?"

My eyes snapped open. The man before me was none other than Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the future villainous emperor, himself. The sword that he used to kill me last time was hanging on his waist. He was watching me with his same emotionless dark eyes.

Why? Just why? Why was he here?

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