I stared blankly at the system message floating before me in the pitch-black void.

[Ken Feinstein has died.]

“So… I really died.”

The system had never lied before.

So the message before me now was undeniably true.

I was dead.

After all the struggles to carve out a happy future, I had been snuffed out by the final boss of the game in the most anticlimactic way possible.

“I wonder if they’ll be okay…”

Suspended alone in the darkness, I felt strangely calm.

What happens after death?

Would I return to my original world?

Those questions didn’t cross my mind.