My Skills Have No Limits : Transmigirated In A Novel as An Extra Chapter 21: Death Is No More

"Or, I guess... I do."

Aziel comnted, as he lowered his gaze to see the jolts of vibrations coursing throughout his body, almost like the sensation of a massage chair in his previous life.

He stepped forward, one hand sliding back to rest against his head, thinking profusely.

’I can possibly try to make sothing similar to Intellectual Intellect again...’

He thought of creating a skill tied to information and knowledge—sothing that favored his situation. After all, it was what he needed most in this alien realm.

With it, he might even figure out how to rid himself of the energy surge wracking his body, maybe even prevent dying if the skill was properly applied.

But...

There was no guarantee. Even if he knew how to get rid of it, achieving it would be another battle entirely.

He couldn’t risk dying. Not here.

Knowing and doing were two very different things.

Furthermore, he was uncertain if he would even be able to create the best out of the worst skill.

And again, creating another skill might eat up the "possiblity space" the system had warned him about.

"Maybe... I should try to create sothing physical. Sothing that could help with this chaotic energy surge... like a discharge, or sothing similar to let the energy out."

Aziel muttered to himself just as a droplet of blood rolled down from his sliced arm and fell to the ground.

He watched in faint amusent.

The blood drop seeped into the soil after five distinct beats of his own heart.

An idea struck his mind, reckless. Terrifying, even.

"Nah. That’s not possible. It’s not like I’m going to encounter another of those plasma things. Sothing... simple?"

That’s what he thought, until another system notification blinded his sight for a mont.

[Ding!]

[A Main quest has arrived!]

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L Quest: Death Is No More

L Reward: Perhaps sothing worse

L Penalty: Perhaps sothing better

L Ti limit: None

[ Note : This quest may alter host-state. Expect unknown secondary triggers. System will dynamically allocate ’Possiblity’ as necessary ]

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He stared at the quest which had just arrived, as if doing so woul rearrange so letters in a better way.

"Wai-what... death is no more... What the hell does it even an?"

Aziel muttered under his breath, frustrated.

The quest that had arrived was strange, after all.

It was not so plain goal or task it had asked Aziel to do, unlike the previous ones, which appeared right at the mont of high stakes, but manageable.

This one...

It did not make any sense, at least to him.

It might have a simple, straightforward aning, or it might have a twisted philosophical aning.

’Could it be related to my title as the Heir of Death... w-wait, does this system want to kill the Death God or sothing like that?’

Aziel entertained a wild thought, which could, however, also be true, but it was too absurd.

Why would the system want him to kill Death—or the Death God?

No, in the first place, why did the system even think he could kill a Death God or erase a concept with just... Champion’s Arena?

"It has no ti limit... maybe, after all, I could..."

He comnted as his gaze fell on the rewards and the penalty again.

"What’s with this... ’oh yeah, if you win you might get fucked, and if you fail you might only get cucked’ sche?"

He grumbled, as he swung his fist right through the system screen in rage.

He guessed, if he had to receive sothing ’perhaps’ better by failing the quest, then why bother even completing it?

Not when completing the quest guaranteed sothing worse.

And not to ntion, this was also the first ti the system had imposed so kind of penalty, ignoring its content.

"The quest is in a taphorical way. Not at a face value. Then the reward and penalty should also be the sa. Sothing contradicting, and ironical."

He spoke to himself, then suddenly paused, as a thought struck his mind, and spoke again.

"Or maybe it thinks I am a masochist... and like pain as a reward, after that award-winning speech of mine."

He grinned.

A grin that dared not reach his earlobes.

He cupped his face in a maniacal way, cursing.

"Fuck, instead of this bullshit it should have just awarded so EXP to farm so that I can create more skills, or better... just tell mor—"

Aziel halted.

His fingers loosened, slipping through his face, painting it red.

The eyes went blank, almost as if staring into the void, as a cold, impossible realization dawned upon him.

"By... any chance... does the system want to..."

He moistened his lips, voice echoing through his skull.

"It wants to survive... To erase every way I can die here. Ensure I can never die in this hellish realm. Make my death... no more."

The words tasted like iron in his mouth.

He stared a the holographic screen as if it had sprouted teeth.

Aziel closed his eyes, he could imagine the alternative - Ignore, limp on, bleed out in so far crater while the system keep displaying the sa screen.

Or accept, and try to pull a deed from the teeth of cosmos - an impossible, idiotic, glorious task.

A hollow laugh slipped out of him, small and nearly ugly.

"No way. No fucking way."

Pain flared through his arm like lightning, and his body throbbed.

It hurt.

Everywhere hurt.

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