Jack woke up on a dim realization, his eyes didn't fool him.  He really have reincarnated.

  His senses were dull yet he could feel with his eyes, like a empty husk made of bones that only had a single lit of fire as its life.

  He reincarnated to a mere undead, and to a frail skeleton nonetheless.  The skies were against him, even when they gave him a second chance.

  Though to his surprise, there were still traces of conscience from the past life of the skull he embodied.

  Black-gray fissures dwelled in the memories of the skull, uncharted and distorted.  Far from the sense of life, its memories were vague and corrupted by an unknown force.

  And what He noticed was not the memories, but the places and concept he saw in each one.  Corrupted yet each one gave him a clue on where he was.

  Towering heights of mountains, reaching the sky as it poked and view everything from it.

  Barren lands, rough cascading ground troughout.

  It all felt surreal for Jack.  Everything looked the same.  Though he may not have looked on the life of it, he saw a gist of the world in its point of view.

  He couldn't help but feel a churn on his stomach and head, as a series of headache that swallowed his conscience bit by bit with no remorse.

  It didn't bring him memories, yet everything hurts.

  As if dulling down his senses so that he could never feel the same, the metalic taste of blood were imprinted on his voice, gnawing down even his thoughts as the imaginary body he used to artificially feel were gone.

  Once everything flooded out of his body.  He soon began to regain consciousness.

  He may have not played that much because of situation, but everything were the same.

  The skies may have changed, the ground may have been more barren and huskier.  It was all the same.

  From the smallest reaction trough his whole senses as an undead.  It was all so simmilar to the game he played when he was young.

  INFINITE WORLDS!

  A surreal reality-warping game that overthrown everything that came before and after it.

  It was THAT kind of game.

  From the mere actions you made and things that you've made, everything could be reflected tto reality.  Bringing back jewelry and tomes from the game was only one of its feats, it not only allowed that but also body transformation that changed you like your in game character if you played enough.

  Yet now that he was in the game after his death.  Everything felt so surreal.

  To add to his initial guess that where he reincarnated were Infinite worlds, a system interface simmilar to the one in the game appeared before him.

  Day and nights he spent just to see something new to pop-up in it, he wasted so many hours just to see a difference.  Yet before he could even see it, he was already dead.

  And to see that change, he left his one and only circle of friends that would have stuck out for him till the end.

  The experience since childhood till the teens, they were inseparable.  And all for what, for him to die in the end.

  That was what he thought all this time, but they didn't leave him.  Just allowed Jack to reach for his dreams.

  And the day he finally returned after so many years of dungeon hunting, he made it back to the beginning.

  The novice village where it all began.

  The dungeon of thrall.  In contrast to its name, most of the dungeon mobs in it were exceptional, except for the fodders which were the only mobs beginners were able to defeat.

  Reeking rotten flesh and overgrown mass of moss that stenched death around the entrance.  It was all to welcoming isn't?

  Entrance alone, the dungeon overthrown his senses as a misty Deja Vu came.

  It was old and forgotten, the players of infinite worlds have already forgotten it by time.

  Except for Jack that is.  This was his beginning and his goal.  After all this years of playing, he will now be able to sustain himself trough death and generations to come.  As long as nothing goes wrong...

  Deep within the dungeon of thrall.  Jack's blade swiftly Peirced the undead Knight's body, right through the rigid and dense plate of armor, it was nothing but butter compared to Jack's blade.

  Simple and precise, words couldn't express whatever Jack has gone trough and what he did now, charges of his body were simple yet nimble, slashes and joust of his ethereal blade Forged from perma frost were enough to kill whatever he pleases.

  A deep sigh was all Jack could muster.  The inevitable has come, this was his goal yet it felt empty, with each step closer he got to this point.  Was everything so pointless, it was still a game.  A simple game...

  Jack looked down at a bleak inanimate object made of bones, was this his life?  Was this everything that he could have done for himself.

  The Undead Knight stood there silently, receiving Jack's blade with all of its body.

  The blade which has not moved an inch away from The Undead Knight's neck, he looked at it with contempt that he had all this time from doing things he saw only as a goal.

  Yet even after all this time, Jack wanted to continue.  The void in his heart will never be filled by anything.

  And the hopes, that when he finally ends this adventure.  Would he find peace.

  "My liege... "  The Undead Knight spoke before he could even say a word himself, with its fading words as it repeatedly chanted out his cry.

  Each word from The fading Death Knight Peirced his heart unlike any other, an answer to the void it couldn't reach yet it atleast tried.

  GAME COMPLETED

  A sight to behold appeared, the system interface rang trough every corner of the dungeon and trough Jack's ear.

  Infinite worlds, a game that had no end or a specific goal was completed.

  An empty smile, Jack lips reached ear to ear.

  Bit by bit, Jack's blade reached the end of The Undead Knight neck.  The interface changed, the light made of text were brewed black.  A sinister feel, a cold and welcoming entrance.

  His eyes could feel the scorn of the darkness within the system, a subtle change in his heart, the light within the darkness he could only see with his soul came closer.

  Welcoming, a thought he wouldn't expect to have at his death bed.  But beautiful.  A Serene illusion to fill the silence within.

  "A Dungeon? "

  Jack's words trailed off from his consciousness, a hint of confusion and surprise as he trembled down to his feet.

  The husk air were stagnant, no room or space to reach the outside a DUNGEON.  A simple yet treacherous place to call a settlement, yet monsters and gods alike had chosen for a home.

  The ruined bricks stocked upon each other, in the display brought upon a sturdy yet frail look.  But as Jack tried to test the durability, his own body fell on its demise, crumbling down a portion of his fist as he struck.

  The strange feel of nostalgia and deja vu brewed over, it was different from when he was in a game, but rather a different reality than his own.

  Standing over the towering throne made of bricks and bones, Jack's instinctively kneeled down in his position.  Restrained from moving, he could only think.

  'Sys '

  A psychological habit, Jack called out its name.  Appearing before him the same way it took him.  Tainted in the darkness his eyes could not fanthom.  Text in bold that reeked blood, cruising its image to his mind.

  Lesser skeleton

  Lower manifestation:  Increase in the abbility to project mass!

  Less information than what expected, yet with it he could summarize the situation he was in.

  'Obedience!  The force that propels lesser beings of the same race or lower leveled creatures to follow ones will '

  Seeing how he was suppressed without the other party knowing his existence, it may even be more powerful than him.  More than levels could portray.

  "A lich maybe, or a monarch? "

  The lich could easily bring him back to life by merely existing, on the other hand the monarch would simply see him as fodder.

  Just the thought of the two made him keep his silence, he had just gone trough reincarnation and will not go trough it again.

  Looking for a way out in case of jeopardy, Jack's eyes skimmed over the stats, his initial way escaping were quickly dulled into disappointment.  Each line seemed to mock, promising nothing but a sense of bewilderment. A dark weight settled in his chest, a hollow pit forming as hope wavered.

  But then, a thought—Evolution.

  In his world, evolution was simple yet potent: a shift, a climb, a metamorphosis driven by the raw force of ancestry and bloodline. It was visual, like the branches of a vast, unending tree, each branch splintering into countless paths. Some were thick and promising, others slender and barely visible, their promise hidden in shadows and chance. Progress was fickle; it demanded ability, and above all, luck.

  For the experienced, evolution came easy, nestled within a system that guided and rewarded. But Jack was new, a fledgling in an unforgiving framework. He scoured every corner of the interface, every menu and submenu, searching.

  But the system offered him nothing

  As he was in deep thought, The hooded figure seated neatly in the throne of bones were before him.  He had moved from where he was at the back without notice.

  Silence, he wouldn't dare to speak against such powerhouse.

  He didn't dare move nor look up to see what made him move, but merely kneeled in place.  Hoping for a miracle to happen, in such vast room he was a feeble ant.

  And to answer his wishes, rampant bombardment of explosion echoed trough the Dungeon.  Shaking the whole foundation, dust and debrie fell.

  The explosion neared them, closer and closer as the movement becane earthquakes.  Until an earth shattering explosion broke down the wooden gate, leaving a mist of dust to scatter and leaving  an imprint of a fist in the gate.

  In seconds, a whole fleet of armed and ready full grown men filled the entrance of the Dungeon.

  Afterwards, huge cosmic balls of fire were conjured with heat that could rival that of a live eruption from a volcano.  Hurling as it rains downs on The Throne made of bones.

  Yet as a minute passed, The whole dungeon became stagnant.  The balls made of fire stayed still yet in motion.  The adventures hadn't moved an inch since entering.

  Only the Lich.

  Flicking its fingers as the Balls of fire erupt mid air...