The first time I realized I couldn’t die was during my third year as a hero cadet, during field training. A beast suddenly sprang out of the bushes and tore into my neck with its fangs. Yet somehow… I came back to life.
Yeah, I survived. I didn’t die.
And so it went, for hundreds, even thousands of years. I survived. Only I survived.
“Now… it’s finally over.”
After wandering through millennia, I thought I could finally put an end to this endless life.
“Dale! Dale Han! How dare you sleep during my class? You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”
“…What?”
At the end of my endless life, what awaited wasn’t a conclusion—it was a reset.