It had been far too long.
Nameless gently let out a breath and sat up from the ground.
This time, he could move, but the unforgettable pain etched into his memory made it hard for him to recover for a while.
He had not carefully counted how many lives he had experienced or how many kinds of animals he had become, but he knew very clearly that every single one of them had ended in a miserable death, without exception.
Cough, cough.
Nameless could not help coughing, and then he realized something was wrong.
Why would his body cough? With his physique, let alone falling ill, even getting injured was difficult.
But the next moment, he could not help coughing several more times. The coughs gradually grew worse, and with a wail, large amounts of blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.
He was sick.
An unknown illness was invading his body.
Nameless let out a deep sigh. He did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, allowing it to run down his chin, onto his knees, and onto his legs.
The Seven Lives Seven Deaths Flower was far too hard to endure. If he had known it would be like this, he would never have eaten it even if it killed him.
Honestly, he was not sure how many cycles of life and death he could withstand. Just two had dealt a severe blow to his mental state. He was in terrible condition now, especially with those chaotic memories and all those bizarre ways of dying constantly affecting him, casting a shadow over his soul.
He wiped his nose, but blood continued to stream out. Then his eyes began to itch. When he rubbed them, his hands came away covered in blood.
It would have been