“Ah… uh… kuh… urk.”

“You… uh!”

“This… damn… bit…”

Through my blood-red vision, I see the blurry figure of a woman. She had dark blonde hair that seemed to emit its own light and wore a pure white dress.

“Now then, please work hard from now on. Hero number 163417413.”

She says this while waving her hand casually. I tried to open my mouth to retort, but I was wrong.

I couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone speak.

I’m dying.

So this is what dying feels like.

I felt it deep in my bones with my whole body.

I,Park Jeong-yong Age 24. Rest here.

Consciousness became increasingly sticky.

Falling. Being pulled in.

Darkness.

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No-backup, No-future, No-answer Life: Park Jeong-yong’s Hardcore Souls-like Isekai Life