The Curse of Endless Resurrection
Before he met Unlucky, Undead’s life was nothing but an endless cycle of pain.
No matter how many times he was killed, his body would rise again.
Every wound, every cut, every bullet… he felt them all, but none of them could end his suffering.
Immortality Without Purpose
He wandered through the world with no purpose, no future, and no hope. Immortality, for him, was not a gift—it was a curse that chained him to eternity.
A Fate Without Unlucky
But what if he never met Unlucky?
What if that one encounter never happened?
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Undead would still be roaming endlessly, searching for a reason to keep going, but never finding one.
He would keep fighting, keep dying, and keep returning… only to realize that he was completely alone.
Emptiness That Lasts Forever
Without Unlucky, his immortality would stay meaningless.
Without her, he would never learn what it means to live, to feel, to care.
Undead may live forever…
But without Unlucky, forever is just emptiness.
He would wander battlefields without reason, crushing enemies not out of purpose but out of boredom. Each fight would end the same: his body torn apart, his mind numbed by pain, only to rise again with nothing gained.
Nations would rise and fall around him, yet he would never belong to any of them. People would fear the monster who could not die, the man who always returned from the grave. Whispers of a cursed warrior would spread across centuries, but none of those voices would ever call his name with warmth.
Without Unlucky, no one would stop him from becoming a beast.
Without her, he would never discover laughter, trust, or love.
His eternity would be filled with silence, broken only by the sound of his own heartbeat — a cruel reminder that he was alive, yet not truly living.
And perhaps, one day, he would stop fighting altogether. Not because he found peace, but because even endless battles would no longer distract him from the truth:
That without her, immortality is not life…
It is only eternal loneliness.