I opened my eyes only to see a dark abyss. Everywhere I looked around was pitch black. It was the Underworld I returned to every time I died.0

[It has been determined that your death met the requirement for the Skill’s activation.]0

[Duplicating the Constellation Murderer’s Skills at random.]0

I stood up, dazed from shock. Of course I knew that the story of the Constellation Murderer had taken place in the past. However, I had no idea that the director of my orphanage had also been there… The Constellation Murderer and the director had been classmates. They had gone to the same school, been in the same classroom, and took the same classes. 4

One of their lives was cut short. One watch broke, while the other would never work the same as it did before, its hour hand now forever stopped. 0

Why? Anger weighed down my heart. Why did the good ones always end up broken and ruined? The perpetrators were alive and well, so why did the victim have to die? Why did the world become hell only for those who felt guilty?1

The anger made my heart infinitely heavier. My emotions subsided, but they didn’t go away. They were just building up from the bottom of my heart and filled my heart a little more. Someday, they would become an overflowing torrent and overflow.0

As my spirit heated up, I heard the Guardian’s voice beside me. 0

—Haha. My best source of entertainment at the moment is to see you get killed when you get caught off guard. Since I became a ghost, I’ve seen all kinds of shit happen, but if there’s one good thing about my condition,...0