Death is one of those things in life that are unavoidable and we all have in common. Most except this as fact. There exist deranged individuals of course who pursue immortality. These ambitious lunatics (who like to call themselves alchemists, cultivators, wizards, and other such tripe) in the end always face inevitable failure with the depressing realization that they wasted their precious life years on an impossible pursuit. Instead of, you know, living to the fullest. Nobody has ever come close to achieving immortality and the best anybody can hope for is to maintain their health. Sure, there will be the occasional powerful sorcerer who prolongs their life for a hundred years or so but that's as good as it gets.
That is where our story takes a bit of an interesting turn. While everyone else who coveted never-death were busy experimenting with stinky potions, meditating until their brain turned to mush, or trying some of the more unsavory methods, Saint Pythagoras did something much simpler. Simply escape death. If the reaper can't catch you, he can't claim you. What ensued was the most extensive and exhaustive manhunt in the history of manhunts. Saint Pythagoras, or "That Asshole" as the reapers called him, became a case study in reaper academies and went down in history as the worst pest to ever infest the world. He had many other names he was called that are not relevant at the moment. Just sit back and enjoy a tale of mayhem and corporate employee suffering.
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Death Needs a Break
AdventureWhile everyone else who coveted never-death were busy experimenting with stinky potions, meditating until their brain turned to mush, or trying some of the more unsavory methods, Saint Pythagoras did something much simpler. Simply escape death. If...
