I winced. Like the innocent farmer being tortured in the dungeon of some rich bastard's castle. No one told me that arriving back in the world of the living would hurt like a motherfucker.

When i got my throat ripped out, that hurt pretty badly, too. Yet it was bearable, and while being reconstructed, there was no pain at all. I was even beginning to think, maybe, just maybe, it is not so bad to be killed a dozen times over. Just a few seconds of tolerable pain and then ..poof.

But this? Fuck this! I am never gonna die voluntarily again! Never! No heroic self-sacrifice. No staged suicide to look cool. No unlocking shit through dire straits.

[But..]

NO! Fuck it. No, fuck you! You had the glamorous idea of me being slaughtered for sports. I am so not gonna do that ever again.

[It was not for sports, you know that! Calm down before you decide anything, will you?]

Fine. I gritted my teeth.

After a few minutes of silent squirming, the pain finally faded. I felt like some bag that countless carriages had rolled over, but otherwise fine.

I looked around. Is this the bed i slept in last night? (AN: Minecraft re-spawn mechanics? xD) Seems like it. That would be cool, if i still had a key to this room. But i only booked one night. And that was yesterday's night. Oh man! Why is it always me that ends up like this? From the frying pan straight into the fire, then back up into the frying pan, then back into the fire, then quality time in the pan again. What am i, a fucking metaphorical yo-yo?

I need to get out of here. The window?

[We are on the first floor, so you should survive a jump down, probably.]

Not funny, Whispy. Don't you use 'survive' and 'probably' or similar phrases in one sentence for a while now. Or i might have to find a way to extract you from myself and kill you.

[Okay, okay, i am sorry.]

I was still pouting a bit. What kind of retarded guide points to a pit filled with sharp sticks and says 'Yeah, just jump in here, for progress, you know?'

Not that i didn't think Whispy was right.. [Thanks, Alira.] ..but it still sucked, mostly for me. The shock of reviving still fresh, my feet were a bit wobbly as i opened the window and stood on the sill. A fresh night-breeze hit my face, reinvigorating my mind. I almost felt like myself again.

With a sigh, i jumped the maybe four meters down onto the street. And landed like a cat. Not even my feet hurt from the impact. Wow, upgraded body, huh? I had to admit, that was.. so cool! A shame it did not help even a bit against Warg-san who ended me about 18 and a half hours ago.

[Isn't it the Warg's fault you died, not mine?] Haha. Nice try, Fluffy.

Still, my mind shifted. Some day, i will erase your race, damn Warg. For sports. I fucking swear.

§'#&, the true one, has received your pledge through the bond that is the blessing. He will now determine a just reward as motivation to uphold your promise.

Wait, what?

Pledge: Wargs will be extinct! Reward: Revival is painless. Revival is instant. For 5 seconds after reviving, you can not receive damage.

..For real? That sounds dreamy, but how the FUCK can i possibly kill all Wargs? I am getting shredded in no time by even one of them. And tracking them all down? They ought to re-populate faster than i can sweep. Good to know there are pledges, though. Whispy, did you know about pledges?

[Why do you think i pointed fingers at the Warg?] He chuckled.

That little shit! But.. it is alright. Somehow i am glad to have a companion, even if just an imaginary one. I entered the inn i just exited, this time i took the door.

"Ah, Mister G, was it?"

"Yes, Miss.. eh.. Alira. My name is Grupert. Something the matter?" Wow, his memory was good, for his age.

"Yeah, i would like to book the room from yesterday again, for a week this time. Two meals a day, as before."

"Sure thing. That is one silver, fourty-seven copper please." I handed him the coins, he wished me a good night and gave me the key.

Haha, now i laid back on the same bed i woke from the dead on, again. What a weird place the world has become for me, i thought. When i was just a human thief, i knew nothing about the world, naive little shit i was. Well, still am, as i yet don't know more than a tiny slice, but that small slice sure changed everything.

Gods are real. There is something called the Void. Where not the gods rule, but entities of similar or higher might. I was wandering around for two hundred years without food, water or sleep, because naturally, time is not real in the Void. Whatever the fuck that means. Oh, i got blessed with immortality by one of those Void-thingies. Yeah, death is not the end anymore. Who would have guessed coming back to live hurts more than dying? That, and few other fucked up pieces of knowledge i was not sure i ever wanted to know. Like the League, whoever they are. Or that i am no longer human. Or status-screens.

Ahh, my head started to spin. For spending the whole day dead, doing nothing, i sure was exhausted.

Good night, Whispy.

[Night, Alira.. And.. Sorry. I did not expect you to suffer like this.]

It is fine, Fluffy, i murmured, already half gone into the world of dreams. Tomorrow we can try again.