WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and disturbing content, including descriptions of violent deaths, torture, and bodily harm. Reader discretion is advised. Proceed with caution.
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New flesh wove itself over her bare bones, muscles knitting back together in agonizing slow motion. Her nerves reformed one by one, ensuring she felt everything as her body reconstructed itself.
By the time she was whole again, she was lying in a pool of her own blood. Though she had been restored, the pain lingered, phantom sensations crawling over her skin. Her stomach convulsed at the memory of the worms burrowing into her flesh.
Ding!
{Congratulations on completing the second death, Host.}
The system's voice echoed in her mind, eerily neutral, as if it hadn't just put her through unspeakable torment.
Scarlett lay still with tears still rolling down her cheeks.
{Are you ready for the next death?}
