🎬 #1. Guest's Perspective

A battlefield where blood and dust are mixed. No matter how many times my neck was snapped or my heart pierced, I woke up without fail. A freakish body that can never die.

Everything was actually quite peaceful until the Emperor of the Empire, Jang Wi-yeon, discovered that cursed secret.

At first, I thought it was simply curiosity about immortality. But what followed was a fanatical obsession and thorough confinement that choked the life out of me.

However, as time passed, unlike his own state of slowly aging, that bastard grew increasingly mad seeing me remain unchanged as if time had bypassed me. He feared that once he died, I would leave his side and become completely free. That arrogant soul was twisted by terror.

Eventually, just before dying as an old man, the last will that demon left was hideously selfish.

“When I die, bury that immortal in the same coffin with my corpse.”

And so, bound by heavy iron chains digging into my hands and feet, I tumbled into the closing darkness. Tangled together with that slowly rotting bastard and the maggots...

I couldn't breathe.

A terrible darkness.

A rotting smell that stung my nose.

In the deep tomb where even screams couldn't reach, my mind shattered and reassembled itself countless times over hundreds of years. • • • • And finally.

After centuries of silence, the chains that bound me rusted and crumbled away.

As I barely squeezed my body through a gap in the stone sarcophagus, the heavy stone slab collapsed.

I never knew the blinding sunlight that burns the skin could be so sweet. The moment I broke out of that pitch-black coffin, I praised a God I had never sought in life.

The Empire had long since fallen, and that bastard Emperor who imprisoned me had turned to formless bone dust, so I thought my world had finally come.

Burning with the joy of savoring perfect liberation— that lasted only until that moment.

THUD—!

...Until I got knocked out.