No rebirth.
No second chances.
No twisted fate.
That night, behind Red Lotus Bar, Li Wen's pathetic, wasted life finally came to its natural end.
The cloaked figure — the embodiment of Death itself — didn't bargain, didn't curse, didn't offer some dark power. It simply claimed what was always coming for him.
When its skeletal fangs plunged into his neck, they didn't leave marks.
They drained everything.
His breath.
His warmth.
His cowardice.
His excuses.
His soul.
Li Wen collapsed onto the filthy ground, eyes wide, mouth half-open in a frozen gasp. His body twitched once… then never again.
For the first time, the city fell silent around him.
His worthless heart no longer beat.
His lungs no longer drew breath.
His mind, once full of fear and self-hate, faded into stillness.
And this time… there was no shadowy resurrection.
No half-dead existence.
No reluctant powers.
Just the final truth.
Li Wen was dead.
Truly.
Permanently.
Forgotten.
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Epilogue — A Life Wasted
The headlines the next morning were small. Barely a corner in the entertainment gossip section:
"Drunken Young Master Found Dead Behind Bar — Authorities Suspect Overdose."
No legacy.
No mourning.
No redemption.
Li Wen's story ended there.
A man who had everything…
And died with nothing.
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