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I Died Fearing Death, but Woke Up as Death Itself

I Died Fearing Death, but Woke Up as Death Itself

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He was once a boy who believed kindness could fix the world. But that world tore everything from him. When he was ten, a serial killer murdered his entire family. The killer didn’t scream or laugh-he simply told the boy a truth that would poison his heart forever: “The world took everything from me. So I take everything from the world. I am Death, kid… and one day, you’ll become something too.” Left alone among corpses, the boy expected comfort. Instead, his own relatives spat venom at him: “Why are YOU alive? Why didn’t you die with them?” From that day on, he lived with a terror nothing could soothe- a fear not of pain, but of non-existence. What happens after death? Will I fade into nothing? If I’m reborn without memories… is that still me? Or is the “me” I know erased forever? He began to believe he wasn’t the hero he once dreamed of being. Heroes are loved. Heroes survive. But he survived when everyone else died. Maybe he was the villain of his own story. And then- a truck ended his life in an instant. He expected oblivion. He expected darkness. He expected the end. But his fear of death was so strong, so consuming, that reality itself refused to let him vanish. Instead, he awakened in another world… reborn not as a hero, not as a savior- but as something far more terrifying. Power so overwhelming that nothing could kill him. A presence feared by kings, spirits, and gods. A fate sealed by trauma and twisted destiny. He who once feared death… has become Death itself. And now the world must fear him. I am the author of this story. I will also be posting it on RoyalRoad.com under the account: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/839943/fictions
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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE: “I Was Supposed to Be the Good Guy.”

I always thought I was a good person.

I wanted everyone to be happy.

That's all. Nothing grand… nothing heroic.

Just a simple wish a kid would have.

But the world didn't care about that.

I learned that on the night everything ended.

I still remember the sound—the door breaking, my mother's scream, my sister's trembling hand gripping mine.

And then… him.

A man who smiled like he didn't know what emotions were.

When he slaughtered them in front of me, I asked him with a shaking voice:

"Why…? Why us?"

He looked down at me, almost bored.

"Nothing personal, kid.

The world took everything from me… so now I take everything from it.

If I can't be happy, no one should be.

Call me Death."

Then he left.

Just left… like my family's lives were no more than trash on the floor.

I thought someone would save me.

Relatives, police, anyone.

But when sunrise came, and they found me alive, all I saw were their eyes full of hatred.

"Why are YOU alive?! My daughter is dead!"

"Monster! You should've died with them!"

Their words hurt more than any knife.

That day, I realized something:

I was never the hero of this story.

Maybe I was the villain.

Maybe I was the extra.

Maybe I was nothing.

And from that day… something grew inside me.

A fear.

The fear of death.

Not because it hurts… but because I don't know what comes after.

What was I before I was born?

Where will I go when I die?

Do I disappear?

Do I become nothing?

If I'm reborn without my memories… is that even "me"?

Questions with no answers.

Questions that twisted my heart until I couldn't breathe.

And then… one day…

The truck didn't give me time to think.

Steel. Screeching tires. My body thrown.

Blood flowing everywhere.

I felt cold.

I felt weak.

I felt the end creeping in.

"Is this it…?

Will I disappear…?

Will I fade…?

Will everything I am just… stop?"

I didn't want to die.

I REALLY didn't want to die.

But—

That was when something even stranger happened.

My vision went dark, but instead of nothingness…

—I woke up somewhere new.

And somehow…

I wasn't afraid anymore.

Because the boy who feared death more than anyone…

…was reborn as Death itself.

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