『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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83. Regrets
"My death scar," Russo had told me the night before, "it's not just a remembrance of my death."
A Death Scar. Russo, whose cause of death was an impact on the head. The scar on his head was a huge one that even extended toward his nape.
"Is it another reincarnation defect?" I asked, thinking back to my birthmarks, and my faulty lungs. Being reincarnation with defects. Sounds like something straight out of a stupid and cliche light novel.
"Pretty much." Russo said, a string of laughter following his sentence. "Void told me about this thing. If I could call it anything, it's a target."
"A Target?"
Russo's hand reached up to the back of his neck. "If this mark is hit by anything... maybe another blunt weapon. Maybe a knife. As long as it's injured," he had the gall to grin at this-- "...I've told you how I can die after a 'wish' of mine is fulfilled, didn't I?"
I nodded, remembering it clearly. This idiot still didn't tell me what his last wish was, though.
"There's actually another way a zombie like me can die." he chuckled. "Simply put, if this scar is hit by anything, it's an instant Death for me!"
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Byakuran had no chance to respond. Russo's hand grabbed his wrist tight-- and, pushing himself up with his foot, Russo managed to plant a boot at Byakuran's stomach and shoved himself a ways apart.
Byakuran took one step back--
But I had snuck up behind him moments ago. Grabbing hold of my right wrist, I pulled my arm in-- my elbow forward, I thrusted into his back.
I didn't hit hard-- but Byakuran's knees buckled in the sudden directional impact.
Jumping back to create some distance, I saw Russo had managed to get himself up too, balancing on one leg and leaning heavily on a tree.
Russo can't fight, I noted. He can't die, but that doesn't mean his legs are gonna naturally fuse back together. Maybe we can stick them back together with duct tape-- wait we don't have-
That means we have to escape.
How, how how--
"Russo!" I called out, with a fake mischievous flair in my tone, "I've got your leg here, do you want it or can I use it as a baseball bat or something?"
"We don't even have a ball to play with," he argued.
"Maybe we could rip your head off and play with that?"
"I'll die."
"But you're a zombie."
"Actually," Byakuran chimed in, "That sounds interesting. Zombie baseball."
