The scene opened within an endless void. A boundless emptiness stretched in every direction, without a single spark of light or sound. Floating aimlessly in this darkness was a lone figure.
Suddenly, a golden window appeared before him—radiant against the pitch-black nothingness.
"Host! Are you okay?" the System's voice echoed.
The figure was Shaurya—his soul. Slowly, he opened his eyes, narrowing them as if trying to pierce through the void.
"I am dead. Is this looks okay to you?" he asked coldly.
The System's calm voice replied, "Well… technically, you are dead."
Shaurya frowned, his hands slipping casually into his pockets. "Dead is dead. What's the meaning of technical and practical?"
"You're not completely dead," the System explained. "Your soul is not from this world. That's why it hasn't gone to the underworld."
Shaurya raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Then where will my soul go?"
