Rest in Peace

However, as Turtle pressed deeper, defeating increasingly powerful pirates and undead natives, the events that had once taken place on this island gradually came to light.

At the center of the elephant-nosed natives' settlement, the corpses of the native chieftain and pirate captain lay on the ground, reduced to skeletons. Perhaps they had died before the Extinguishing Moment and thus had not turned undead.

Before them stood a knight clad in light armor made of gray tattered cloth.

He said nothing, merely driving the rusted sword in his hand into his abdomen again and again, as though trying to end his own life.

But whenever he collapsed from excessive blood loss, the iron nameplate on his chest would release a strange power, awakening him and healing his wounds.

After reviving, he would silently repeat the process once more.

[Enslaved Knight]

[Rank: Burning Charcoal]

[Level: 41 (Advancing)]

[Warfire: Fire of Servitude (enslaved Warfire; cannot be ignited)]

[Talent: Undying Nameplate (exists eternally because of the undying nameplate, yet is also enslaved by it, becoming an immortal slave)]

[Skills: Sword of the Heart, Slave Battle Cry, Trade Death for Injury...]

[Description: An enslaved knight whose everything has been infused into the nameplate on his chest. Yet he retains the sanity he had in life, making this undoubtedly the most vicious form of torment and curse.]

Squelch...

The Slave Knight drove his sword into his chest once again.

At the same time, he noticed Turtle nearby. Yet rather than attack, he spoke in a cold, weary voice.

"Go... leave this place..."

"If you go any farther, I won't be able to control myself. I'll attack you..."

Though the Slave Knight was barely lucid, he was still doing everything he could to resist the curse of the Undying Nameplate and warn this sudden