Among the fragments of shattered rock lay a blood-red lump of flesh. It had five heads and seven mouths, which opened and closed as though instinctively devouring something.
At least five souls were inside the monster, tearing at and devouring one another.
Just then, a mechanical voice sounded before the lump of flesh. No one heard it, not even the lump itself.
[Ding! Mission reward two has been issued! System ability: Miracle!] [Miracle] Rank: SSS+ Returning from death is a miracle! [Ding! Host detected as deceased! System ability activating automatically!]
As the voice faded, vast quantities of gray fog began pouring out of the ground before the lump of flesh.
A figure slowly emerged within the gray fog, walking out of it and into reality.
Soon, he stepped out, carrying a pitch-black flaming heavy sword in one hand and a Big Iron Pot in the other.
"Whew!"
It was An Chen, who had died long before!
He gasped for breath, seemingly never having felt so good.
"Hahaha, I'm back!"
An Chen threw his head back and laughed. When he saw the disgusting lump of flesh before him, confusion crept across his face.
Once he had stepped completely out of the gray fog, it condensed into a single point and vanished into his Iron Pot.
An Chen shook his head. The babble still rang in his ears, along with the system notifications.
Before he died, all three Clown Warnings had triggered, echoing endlessly in his ears.
Then memories of the day and night following his death surfaced in An Chen's mind.
"You fucking bastard!"
An Chen cursed, then hurled the Iron Pot at the mass of flesh. He leaped up, gripped the pitch-black flaming heavy sword with both hands, and brought it down on the disgusting bloody lump with