As a pragmatist.
If possible.
Rather than being gnawed apart as food, the man actually preferred for his corpse to be refined into a weapon.
Preferably a longsword with special effects, one that filled the screen with light and sound whenever it was swung.
Because he had obsessive-compulsive disorder and wanted to look a little cooler, even in death.
That way, more or less, it could be considered dying for a worthy cause—at the very least, it would look cool and flashy...
However, just as he was thinking about all sorts of random nonsense.
A rustling sound suddenly rang out beside his ear.
Though his consciousness was already extremely hazy, with only one step remaining before he had to delete his account and start over.
His past experiences still made him instinctively judge that something was approaching—the sound of something crushing across leaves and branches.
And judging by the commotion, it should have been some kind of snake, and not a small one.
5, 4, 3...
As he entered his final life countdown.
He thought somewhat helplessly:
Looks like my corpse is going to be swallowed by a snake...
Well... at least it won't be chewed into pieces by wild dogs...
Then, unwilling to die with his eyes open and frighten people.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Preparing to draw the curtain and await death.
It was then, in that daze, at the instant infinitely close to death, that he seemed to hear a gentle voice.
"Looks like you have accepted death."
"Still, meeting is fate. I might as well save you this once..."
It was a voice he had never heard before, gentle and possessed of a different sort of charm, making the depths of the man's heart grow incomparably calm.
And, for some reason, he felt that the