A/N Hey everyone sorry that this story didn't have been updated for a well I'd just look at the draft and add some word for time to time so That why it been so long. Enough of me explaining enjoy the chapter, leave some comments to improve And also throw some flame to help me cook some more
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I could only look at her, feeling emotionally drained from everything happening back to back. First, there was the thought of being an unwilling organ donor; then, finding out I wasn't in my own body; and after that, accidentally killing myself and realizing I had the body of an OC I had made some time ago, complete with a Minecraft-type system. Now that I think about it some more, that loud sound that caused my death might have been the system. So, not only did I kill myself by accident, but the system—the ultimate lifeline for the isekai community—caused it to happen.
And now I'm looking at a smiling goth girl who introduced herself in dramatic fashion (at least, I thought so) as Death, along with other titles and a name that reminds me of a hyper-energetic, pink-tutu-wearing, blond-haired being of chaos.
Now, I'm worrying if what she's saying is true, and confused as to why she hasn't taken my soul yet.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, even though I could feel the air just pass right through me. "Oh, right. I'm dead. So, you're Death?"
She hummed in confirmation.
"Are you sure? You could just be some goth with— Smack! Ahh!"
I held my cheek as I looked back at the girl who had slapped me. She was now making a goddamn pouting face at me, still holding her hand up and ready to do it again. But before she could do anything else, I said, "Nope, I'm out of here," rushing outside to try and get as far away from her as possible.
I managed to get out of the room and into the hallway, but as I tried to move further away, I stopped. I looked down and saw I wasn't moving forward. I tried to walk, but I couldn't move an inch.
Then, the door behind me opened. BAM! I passed right through it and slammed into the wall right next to me.
"Well, well, ain't that new and fascinating," I heard the person I was trying to escape from say, speaking with the tone of someone who had just discovered something novel.
Turning around to face her, I saw she was now off the bed and near the open doorframe. Both arms were crossed, her head was tilted to the side, and she had an almost gentle smile on her black-colored lips.
"What did you do?" I asked. The words that escaped my lips sounded small, almost a whisper.
She looked at me like I was a clueless child asking a question everyone already knew the answer to.
Shaking her head slowly while smiling, she looked at me again. "Oh, dear boy, I did nothing. In fact, I was intending to let you go and come to terms with your death at your own pace." She looked at me, then slowly turned her head to the left. "But you aren't fully dead, are you?"
Following her gaze, I found my new body lying dead on the floor. Blood was flowing from two holes: one right between the eyes, which had destroyed the nose, and another, bigger hole at the back of the head, with blood and a mess of brain matter spilling out and painting part of the wall.
I looked back at her after a few seconds of silence, thinking about my respawn ability. "What do you mean?" I asked her, already knowing what she might be implying.
She turned back to me, still smiling and squinting her eyes a little. "What I mean is, when someone dies or is dying, their soul and body begin to lose connection to one another. And if that connection is completely severed..."
She raised her left arm, making a scissors gesture with her pointer and middle finger. "...they can't be revived at that point, even by magic or science. But..."
She paused, looking straight into my ghostly eyes. "Even though you died, your connection to your own body is so strong that your spirit can't move more than three feet away from it. Even for an immortal being, the connection isn't that strong."
She stepped closer to me. I tried to move back, but as I moved, I felt something pulling me, preventing me from going any further. She leaned her face closer to mine, still smiling, and spoke in an intrigued tone:
"What really are you, Nate?"