Prologue

In a huge round stone hall, lit by many candles, with five large thrones and many steps leading to the center of the room, where a fire was burning with a sword stuck in it.

Next to this fire was a seated figure of a knight in black armor with gold engraving, over this armor there was a torn fabric that served as a cloak that hid the black metal.

The knight's lifeless gray eyes reflected the fire from under the visor of his knight's helmet as he looked at the fire.

"When it's all over…" the knight unconsciously said in a low, almost inaudible voice, looking at the blazing flames.

This knight's name was Simon, a name he came up with when he arrived in this world, although he was most often referred to by the titles "Unburning", "Chosen Undead", "Cursed" or "Dark Soul" rather than by name.

Looking at the fire, he recalled how much pain and suffering he experienced on his way, an innumerable number of deaths, despair, madness, hopelessness, and all this broke him, and over time, his emotions gradually began to fade, turning into apathy and spiritual emptiness.

No matter how much he died, he always came to life with fire, he was cut, crushed, poisoned, burned, eaten, torn, many variations of death.

With each death, his hope for a real death vanished, as did the way out of the vicious cycle of pain. He was reborn again and again to fulfill the mission that fate had prepared for him.

Such as:

1. Return the five great lords to their thrones as ash after killing them.

2. Defeat the Ash Lord.

3. Kindle the fire in the crucible of the first flame to restart the endless cycle of death and suffering...

His memories from his past life were forgotten.

He didn't remember his name, or his family, or his friends...

Memories seeped through my hands like sand. He remembers for sure that he is not from this world and has been here for a very long time.

The craziest thing is that he is familiar with this world, or rather with its game version, since he played it in the past and was even a fan of the dark world "Dark Souls".

Abandoned kingdoms filled with all sorts of bloodthirsty monsters like demons, dragons, giants and hordes of Hollows that are trying to kill you, the whole world was rotting and dying, and it was inevitable.

Fate played a cruel joke on him, ironically sending him to the universe of which he was a fan, such a thought flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a bonfire flame flashed before his eyes, which slowly but gradually intensified.

- Another start of the cycle?

Frustrated, he asked himself, knowing where this was leading, because it had happened to him more than once.

He had already killed the Dust Lord and Midir, as well as other past bosses, now he only had to wait.

At the moment, he was the only one in the central hall of the fire temple, the fire keeper went to the back of the fire temple to talk about something with Andre, the local blacksmith.

Quite often I use his services, if something needs to be sharpened, strengthened or repaired, then this is for him.

After I saw the flames getting stronger and getting bigger and bigger every moment, I didn't react to it at all. Only a frustrated sigh from under his helmet, he knew what was about to happen, so he allowed himself to be consumed by the flames. eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable.

After he closed his eyes, he stopped feeling anything and was enveloped in darkness.