Reincarnated As The Skeletal Legion’s Commander

I was starting to lose all hope- No, I had already lost all hope.

I was reincarnated into another world, but yet again, I was killed in a few years before I could experience what the world had to offer. Another life came by and passed. Once more, I was instantly sent to another world right after I died.

And then it would repeat all over again.

Was this was hell was like? Every time I was killed, I would be reincarnated just to be killed once more. I would always die at a young age. And the pain was excruciating. Every time I died, it was never because of natural causes. I always had the worst luck and experienced the most painful deaths.

I had a million questions that just kept growing with every death I went through.

Why was this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? How much more would I have to suffer? How much more would I have to die?

When… will this pain ever end?

It was like a vicious cycle. I would live for a few years, giving me false hope that my life would be good. Then before I reach adulthood, I would die a sudden death and be reincarnated into another world. Sometimes I died a bit later than usual. Other times, I would die incredibly early or even within days after being born. The longest life I had lived was 19 years. But no matter how long I lived, I knew that the painful and hellish scythe of death would always come for me.

After dying so many times, I was starting to get used to it. By that time, I had already lost track of how many deaths Id had.

With every death, I felt as if a part of me had also died, broken away from me forever until I was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of life. Through years of pain, I found out that not having any attachments to the worlds in my lives made dying a lot easier. The pain was still agonizing, but it wasn as unbearable as being betrayed by my close friends.

That was when I stopped being social.

I didn bother making any friends. I didn go exploring and see what the world had to offer. Gradually, I grew distant from interacting with anyone, even my family. I lost all my emotions, all my feelings. But it was okay. I knew I wouldn be able to get to know anyone for long.

Through the pain, I found my new comfort in reading. Books would tell me what the world was like, the different ways people lived, and the stories would tell me about the happiness of others that I had lost. Every time I reincarnated, I would read whatever literature I got my hands on, to learn enough about the world before my time to move on to another world arrived.

From time to time, I would wonder why my life had turned this way. Why I was getting tortured like this. But I didn bother to go looking for answers. I had already accepted my fate.

Day after day, year after year, life after life, I waited for the embrace of the darkness to wrap me in its cold painful depths, as it had always done since the first time I died. With every life, I would die in various ways until I had probably died in all the ways a person could possibly die.

Sometimes it was death by truck-kun. Sometimes it was death by betrayal. Sometimes it was something more painful. I was no longer afraid of death at that point, but it still wasn fun.

I didn know how much time had passed; I didn know how many lives had passed.

I didn know, that the hell I had been going through was about to end. And that it was about to be replaced by an even worse hell.

A hell… That was no longer for me, but for everyone else.

MY hell.