The first time I realized I wouldn’t die was during field training in my third year as a hero candidate.
A beast sprang out of the thicket and sank its fangs into my neck with a sickening crunch.

Yet somehow, I came back to life.

Yeah.
I came back.
I didn’t die.
From that day forward, hundreds, thousands of years have passed.

I survived.
I alone survived.

“Now… even that is over.”

After wandering for millennia, I thought I’d finally be able to place a period at the end of this long, long life…

“Deil! Deil Han! How dare you fall asleep in my class? You’ve got some nerve, huh?”
“…Huh?”

But what awaited me at the end of this life wasn’t a period.
It was a repeat sign.