1 What am I?

Hero? Villain? just hearing and seeing this word disgusts me to the bone.

Spit!

In able to clearly show my disgust I spit on the ground and step on it, twisting my feet back and forth. This should be sufficient to show my hatred and contempt for them.

As for why my hatred of them is too much? Simple both of them kill me, KILLED ME!

Hehe, no not just me to be exact they reap a couple of million lives.

I'm just one of those unlucky people who perished because of those two BASTARDS.

HAHAHAHA It's funny, isn't it? a hero kills a couple of million lives.

A hero, pillar of humanity, etc... killing innocent people?

Wait do you think I'm joking??? no, unfortunately, I'm telling the whole truth. Did you see their face while they are killing people in their battle? Did you see their faces? No, the answer is no!

Fortunately, I'm here to tell you. Hahaha, I clearly saw those bastard faces before I died, they are enjoying it reaping people's lives like a child killing an ant.

They are enjoying the helpless and hopeless appearance of us while we are busy escaping for our lives in vain.

Maybe for them, we are just a pawn or an ant.

Hehehe, whom am I kidding, maybe for them we are worst than ants, unworthy for them to look at.

A speck of dust that should be cleaned and eradicated or a bug that should be squeezed to death.

Sigh! this is hateful. I wanted to come back from death and torture them if possible, cutting their skin slowly before rubbing a handful of salt the size of a pebble to their wound HEHEHE or maybe crushing their bone one by one.

Sigh, I don't know how to achieve those but just thinking of it makes me feel fulfilled. Unfortunately, I couldn't make that in action since I'm already dead.

Right, already dead and currently in the form of a soul.

Hayysssttt. hopefully, my next life is different.

As I said those words to myself, my soul slowly began to banish from this world of darkness.

Leaving this world as it is before, calm and unending.

...

"Ugh! Wha...What happened, where am I?" The sudden head-splitting headache attacked Araw as he held his head dearly trying to alleviate the pain he is currently facing.

Ahh!!

Suddenly Araw began to shout, horrified. It is like he saw/ remember something horrible. Slowly the memory of his past life poured inside his head overlapping with the memory of the current Araw.

His name, past life, favorite food, and how he died all of this memory of his past life poured inside his head akin to a broken dam, making the headache more painful.

"Ahh! those idi*t cause me this, they... they killed me."

Unable to bear the pain anymore Araw started to roll inside the room, making the room messier. Then after a while he stop moving.

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Ugh!

After a few minutes of agony, the pain slowly receded making the whole room quiet like before. Like the sound of agony never happened before.

"Where am I?" Slowly Araw opened his bloodshot eyes and weakly sat up, his appearance is quite pitiful, similar to a beggar. After a while, he began to scan his surrounding.

It's an unfamiliar yet familiar room.

A puddle of blood greeted his eyes first followed by the white colored wall, a small bed in the corner, the study table near the window, and broken furniture on the ground.

It's unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time.

"I see," Araw muttered in a low voice mixed with excitement after remembering the things the past Araw did.

The dead Araw forcefully used a card despite the lack of a Soul book and Soul power. Causing his soul to collapse and later on his death.

For an unknown reason, the current Araw transmigrated to the body of the dead Araw.