In a world ran by humanity, death was something that was feared by all. Well, not all we all had to die someday. But for the vast majority of people and the world at large, death was something that could come at any time without warning or without even so much as a chance to prepare for it coming. Some would think that being young or rich would make you immune to it, but luck and fate was the one that truly rolled the dice. I died before I hit my thirties due to having shvt luck, after all. And some even have shvtter luck to the point that they might think that they were cursed by God by having the pleasure of contracting terminal cancer as a kid or even a toddler.
It was unfair. But then again, that was just how life worked, didn't it...
We cannot escape death no matter how hard we tried. Even I knew that despite somehow being reincarnated into this world. I've brushed death numerous times, and somehow I was still alive despite it all.
