Resurrection, but Not Infinite

In the basement of Wu Hai City.

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Jiu sat bolt upright in bed in terror, gasping for breath.

A moment later, a flood of memories poured into his mind, and he remembered everything.

His name was Zhao Jiu, a member of the Zhao Family of the Bright Moon Empire, born in...

He remembered everything from childhood to adulthood, but he could no longer remember how many times he had died at Nan Feng's hands.

The tenth time? Or the twentieth?

Zhao Jiu had lost count. He only remembered that after every resurrection, he would rush off to find Nan Feng in a rage, only to be instantly killed by Nan Feng. The cycle repeated endlessly.

"Nan Feng..."

Zhao Jiu gulped in deep breaths as anger and hatred once again consumed his mind.

If I remember correctly, you've already started getting injured, and you've slowed down quite a bit too. Zhao Jiu sneered inwardly. A few more times, and you probably won't be able to hold on anymore, right? Heh heh, Level 45—nothing special.

Zhao Jiu chuckled as he prepared to leave the basement, only to discover that a bed was missing beside him.

"Huh? Where's Zhao Ge's bed?" Zhao Jiu wondered.

The bed beside his belonged to Zhao Ge. The last few times, the two of them had resurrected together, gone to Nan Feng for revenge together, been killed by Nan Feng together, and then resurrected together again...

Why was Zhao Ge gone this time?

Even his bed was gone?

Had he been discharged?

Zhao Jiu looked around the basement in confusion, and his expression immediately turned grave.

It was not just Zhao Ge's bed that had vanished. At least twenty percent of the beds in the basement were gone!

He even watched one of the beds fade