Dungeon Error

Even after surpassing the goal I had originally set for myself, I continued killing myself over and over again.

Perhaps there was a limit to the conditions I could fulfill in this place, because I hadn’t acquired any new skills since 【Forced Pain】.

But none of that mattered to me anymore.

I stabbed myself in the heart and died.

I came back to life, killed monsters, and sometimes devoured their corpses.

Then I killed myself again.

I continued repeating those hellish days without end.

The agony was beyond anything words could describe, yet I never once considered stopping.

Every time my body regenerated, my desire for revenge grew stronger, becoming ever more concentrated and intense.

Perhaps the true power of 【Infinite Regeneration】 was that it regenerated not only my body but also my mind.

…The term ‘Soul Regeneration’ was certainly fitting.

However, it seemed that even Infinite Regeneration was far from omnipotent.

While it restored my desire for revenge, the emotion that mattered most, it seemed to be gradually discarding all my other emotions in exchange.

I could feel the emotions that humans naturally possessed—happiness, sadness, joy—slowly fading away.

All that remained were anger and hatred, the very energy that fueled my revenge.

Even the days I had spent with my family in my hometown had become like that. Although the memories themselves remained perfectly clear, I could no longer recall the emotions I must have felt back then.

(I’m sorry, everyone… But I promise I’ll avenge you.)

That vow alone drove me onward, compelling me to kill myself yet again.

Kill.

Kill, kill, kill.Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
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Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.
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Kill, kill, kill.
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Kill, kill, kill.
Kill, kill, kill.

As I continued experiencing death after death, my hatred surged endlessly, without any sign of stopping.

Alto, the leader who had invited me to join the party and treated me with kindness.

Garen, the warrior who had always preached the importance of having a strong will.

Sierra, the Saintess who had maintained her beauty and elegance at all times.

Cedric, the Sage who had valued intelligence and pride above all else.

And then—although they hadn’t been there that day, there was one more person.

All the warm memories I had shared with them had been completely twisted into something else in this hell.

Those bastards would absolutely suffer at my hands—no,

“At my own hands—I’ll drag every last one of them into the depths of despair.”

Feeling as though something precious within me had been overwritten, I spoke my vow aloud one more time.

Then, amid those endless days.

Immediately after defeating Black Fang as usual, something happened for the first time.

The messages rang out alongside a piercing, high-pitched warning sound that threatened to split my eardrums.