I didn't expect Death, despite its clingy obsession with me, to come so quickly.
What's it been? A month and a half since I transmigrated?
And I was already dead.
I was currently floating in a void, similar to the one before I transmigrated but this one was different.
This was Limbo.
The waiting room for the damned, the undecided, and the especially screwed.
Unlike my old world, where the underworld was just myth, this world had real gods.
And no, that's not a mistake.
I said underworlds, plural.
I had no idea which one I was going to.
I didn't care.
Because I had a plan.
I may be dead, technically.
But I wasn't done.
Not after what that overgrown fire-breathing bastard did to me.
That smug, blue-eyed, lizard-supremacist S-Rank piece of scaled trash…
No.
He doesn't get to win.
Not while my soul is still doing fine.
I wasn't the noble type or some shitty chosen one.
