Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me

I died. Again. [System Notice: You have died.] The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service. Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution. Death and I had cleared every route together. [Cause of Death: Fatal.] By my tenth death, I was annoyed. By my thirtieth, bored. [Death Count: 876][Tip: Avoid dying.] By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice. [Death Count: 9870][No tips available.] That was when I realized something was wrong. Or rather… Death itself was starting to give up. [System Error.][Respawn Failed.]…Huh. Even Death, it seemed, gives up. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠