I just want a good way to die.

Green eyes that no longer had the will to live, could only see the plain, mossy, and damp walls of the dungeon.

"It's good that he's not screaming anymore. It's very tiring keeping a prisoner like him."

His name is Venion Stan. A famous aristocrat of his time. After reflecting on all his faults, he now just wanted to die.

'How is the life of the black dragon now, huh?'

The original reason for Venion torturing the dragon was an order from his father. Torture him until he becomes obedient and then he will become the heir.

When questioning his reason for living, the roof of the prison begins to crack and crumble.

The main pillar of the palace was blown up!

This is a disaster!
AAAAAA!!!
No! I don't want to die!

Venion only heard the prison guards' desperate voices.

'Ahh... Finally, I can die.'

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Venion opened his eyes, seeing himself in his very familiar room. Venion stood up and looked at the calendar for the day.

It was 2 weeks before he going to torture the black dragon because of the Marquis's order.

What are god's intentions to give him a new life?

Hah... Whatever.