Clayton's world went dark within the split of a second.
However, since death itself remained optional to him, his vision, and consciousness returned a short moment later.
He could see his point of view rising from a low point, and as the system chirped in his ear, he caught up with the fact that he was beheaded, before his head regrew. Bones and brain matter formed in seconds, which in turn made the system's words more comprehensive to him.
[-150 Life Essence Points]
[Boy, you're going through quite the unlucky streak today.]
As Clayton's new head emerged out of his neck, looking like an abomination who gave birth backwards, he saw his old head on the wooden bar of the Inn. It had landed sideways.
Clayton grabbed his old head, looked at it in the eye, completely unbothered. He even stretched out a faint smile.
"Heh," He scoffed.
