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Sometimes I wonder... Is the problem with me? Is there nothing in my fate but pain and despair?

I just wanted to stand on my own feet. I wanted to rely only on myself to live. But it seems the gods do not want this.

Right now, I was severely wounded, lying in a pool of my own blood.

"Maybe... it would be better if I died," I whispered with difficulty.

For the first time, I think it would be better if I died. Something I never thought of all these years. I lived... in spite of everyone who didn't love me and in spite of the gods.

I... I... don't know what to do.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of dying without having achieved anything.

Struggling to lift my head, I looked at the battle before me. My left eye was blind, and there seemed to be a knife mark above my eye.

Only one person was left from the five-person team.

Team captain George.

I must say, George held up quite well. After all, the monster he faced was a full level above him.

The goblin warrior; two meters tall, with green skin, muscular, holding a long sword in his right hand. This monster was an expert in close combat and had very good defense.

The goblin warrior swung his sword repeatedly, putting George in a helpless position, and then George's shield broke.

As the goblin warrior swung his sword to decapitate him, I heard George whisper, "damn it..."

Thus, my last hope died.

The goblin warrior turned to me and began to walk slowly. He was in no hurry; he knew I was no threat.

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No matter their level, intelligent monsters are a big problem.

Well... This is not my problem. It's the problem of those who enter here after we die.

I've lost too much blood, and my vision is darkening. It seems I will die before the Goblin gets to me.

This life was a nightmare for me. My only regret is not being able to kill those who looked down on me...

[... A second chance is offered to you. Do you accept?]

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As my vision faded and I could no longer see in front of me, a system window opened. Although I couldn't read everything written in the system window, I managed to read the last line.

A second chance, huh?

Without thinking, I whispered, "Yes..."

That was the last word I said before I passed out.

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The goblin warrior advanced towards Dante, who lay on the ground, with calm and unhurried steps.

He was going to complete his creation mission by killing everyone here. This was a mandatory task for him.

Just as he reached Dante, Dante's body began to tremble.

Then, there was an explosion of black and ominous energy at the center of Dante's body.

Although the explosion did not injure the goblin warrior, it managed to blow him back.

"A body with potential..."

These words came from Dante. At least from his body.

"I made the right decision. This body will end the eternal war," he added. Then he lifted his head and looked at the goblin warrior in front of him.

The goblin warrior also looked at Dante in astonishment.

"Rakan, I know you can hear me. You're probably wondering why I appeared in your dungeon. I'll explain it to you, but not now. So, pay your debt to me and don't tell anyone about this incident," Dante said, looking at the goblin warrior.

The goblin warrior did not understand any of these words and continued to look at Dante apprehensively.

"So there's only one thing left for me to do," Dante said.

All the wounds on Dante's body had healed except for the one in his left eye. In fact, his left eye, which had been blind, had healed, only the sword wound extending from his forehead to his cheekbone had not healed.

But this wound did not prevent Dante from opening his left eye.

Dante looked at the goblin warrior and opened his closed left eye. When he did this, a chill enveloped the boss room. This cold was not due to the air, but due to the energy of death.

Dante's left eye looked incredible. The iris was red and shining. It seemed as if cosmic energy was circulating in the iris. The pupil was the darkest shade of black; it resembled an endless darkness or a dark space.

As soon as Dante made eye contact with the goblin warrior, the goblin warrior froze in place and became immobile.

"Explode..." Dante whispered.

As if responding to his words, the goblin warrior's head swelled and... exploded.

The goblin warrior, who had easily killed a five-person team, died with just one word.

"This is my gift to this body," Dante said and went over to the goblin warrior's corpse and touched it.

As soon as he did this, the goblin warrior's blood flowed out of his pores and rapidly towards Dante's hand.

In just five seconds, the goblin warrior turned into a dry corpse.

"Well, my work here is done," Dante said and closed his eyes.

When he did this, his body fell to the ground unconsciously.

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