The weather is nice

  He he

  There is a need for existence to come to an end

  After all life is a circle of endless death and life

  People are born and then they die

  People are born again and then they die again

  It's never the same person that die and are born but the collective "people" as an entity live and die following a cycle

  The cycle goes on for countless generations

  But as always, everything does come with a set of challenges to face

  He he

  Hahahahahaha

  Ridiculous

  Utterly foolish of me to have setbacks

  But that's not something you need to understand kid

  He he

  All you need to do is agree to make a deal with me

  So what do you say

  The voice was directly transmitted to my head interpreted from the mutterings of a distorted voice

  I was back in the same classroom with the same conditions;

  The sound of my voice speaking in my head

  The classroom

  The droning of Mr Yakuza

  The terrifying monster beside me

  The potential monsters collapsed being taken to the clinic in the hallway

  Everything was the same except that maniac whispers

  The first thing I did was to move away from the monster

  I stood at the back of the classroom infront of the lockers

  Of course, I also attracted attention but the hostile annoyed gazed of the students were none of my concerns

  It would be a joke for me to be afraid of them

  After all, the most they can do is kill me

  And I've died more times than they could imagine

  One of those times even involved me forcing a student to stab me in the neck with a pen

  I wanted to see if someone else killing me would release this curse

  The curse of being alive after death

  The curse of having to face that monster countless times

  Infact I would be happy to embrace the warmth of death

  Alas I'm permanently unable to do it myself

  Even if I do manage to get away from this curse

  I would still be afraid of killing myself

  Not because I grew a fear of death; it's not like I've actually died

  It was more akin to experiencing pain then blinking and starting all over again

  And also because I would never be able to get rid of the feeling that killing myself would result in waking up alive again

  At first my cowardice directed towards pain stopped me from achieving death

  Then my cowardice towards actually doing it myself stopped me from achieving death

  Now my cowardice towards the possibility that I might come back to this classroom again is what's stopping me from achieving death

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  After getting far away from the monster; I began to ponder on what the voice was saying

  Existence , death, setbacks

  It is right that I don't understand what it means

  But I don't need to understand

  I don't care about the meaning

  I don't even care that it sounds like it wants to destroy the world

  I'm not smart, sharp, strong willed or courageous

  I'm not the hero in some story who thrives on fearsome does

  I'm not some main character who overcomes a traumatizing ordeal with sheer will power

  I'm not smart enough to deduce bad intentions

  I'm not sharp enough to offer misleading words with the purpose of discerning more information

  I'm not courageous enough to fight the monster

  In summary; I'm a coward and I will always be one

  A coward is mostly defined as someone who runs away

  A coward doesn't stand up to the bullies but runs away in fear without thinking about resistance

  A coward is someone who gets afraid the more they die even though it's always the same way

  A coward is someone who doesn't face their challenges or adversity

  Instead they hide away from the danger once it arrives

  They hide behind the strong while pretending that they aren't weak

  They abandon their friends in fear even though they brought them along

  They live in a state of constant fear with no intention of solving it

  And lastly a coward like me is someone who chooses to end it all using external factors instead of facing my problems

  After all I'm too scared to face it

  I'm too scared to fight it

  I'm too scared to stand up for myself

  So I simply choose to make something else or someone else do it for me

  And then the source of my fear is destroyed without me facing it

  So to the deranged whispers of a foreign language that doesn't sound human and feels insane

  I say yes

  Yes I agree that existence is meant to be destroyed

  Yes I agree that everything should come to an end because I'm too scared to face the world

  And I say yes to your deal

  He he

  Aren't you going to ask what the deal is kid

  Then what is this deal

  All you need to do is sincerely desire for an end

  And in return I'll be your guardian

  He he

  I hope for a good cooperation

  Is that all

  That's easy

  A coward like me has no other desire than for an end

  I agree

  He he

  Then it's settled

  From now on; you're one of the vessels for the seeds

  Will I meet the other vessels eventually

  I was worried because I have always been afraid of other people

  If you survive then you'll naturally find out

  Wait what

  I really am a coward, that other voice said

  I was attacked again by the monster

  Once again the blood filled up my throat causing an obstruction

  I chocked out blood while my consciousness began to slip

  I died

  Then I felt pain

  Wasn't I already dead

  Then why am I still feeling pain

  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

  The pain started from my feet

  It felt like I was being torn apart inch by inch

  It felt like my skin was being peeled away

  It felt like something heavy was being pressed on me until my bones were like mush

  It felt like there was boiling lava being poured under my skin and on my blood vessels, muscles and organs

  It felt like my soul was being torn apart

  It felt like my existence was being torn...no being ravaged apart into pieces

  It was also a feeling beyond description

  It was just an unimaginable amount of pain

  And it was torturously slow

  An agonizing slow build up starting from my feet

  It was the definition of torture and pain but also further than that

  Like the amount of pain I felt couldn't be just described with just words like torturous or painful

  But yet I still persisted

  It was because I had suffered a lot of pain from continuously dying

  I wasn't a stranger to pain anymore and we could be considered as familiar as childhood friends who get married in the future

  Weird comparison I know

  But I couldn't hold on anymore

  Like I've stressed in the course of this bizarre event

  I'm not some some main character with an inhuman amount of resolve

  I won't clench my teeth in determination and try to survive the pain

  Neither would I decide to survive to become strong and take revenge or something

  Neither would I go insane from the pain and survive through a twisted madness

  I'm a coward

  I know I have probably repeated this a hundred times in the past few revivals

  But it's just something I have been for all my life

  I can't change it

  I really am a coward

  And as a coward, I did what I was expected to do

  I succumbed to the pain and embraced my desire for death

  I didn't fight the pain and let it consume me

  I have a feeling that this time it might finally come to an end

  A coward's most fervent desire is for the end to be reached

  They just don't have the courage to do anything about achieving it

  And so I felt myself drown in the agonizing pain for a long time

  The only sensation I felt or perceived from any source was pain

  After a while I felt like my existence was pain itself

  Then I felt nothing at all

  Meanwhile there was commotion in the classroom when he was attacked

  The other students who had their head down stood up and started attacking the other students

  There was chaos as the school erupted in frantic scream and began to be dyed in blood

  The body of the cowardly first victim in Mr Yakuza's classroom slowly rose up

  He he

  AHHHHHHHHH

  Then it started screaming and ear piercing howl

  AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

  Then those screams turned to maniacal laughter with his mouth opened into a large arc

  Admist the bloody classroom that was in disarray and the blood red moon and sun in the sky;

  Wei Zhi let out a maniacal laughter in the empty classroom as his eyes turned a bloody red

  At the time of his submission to death

  He has resonated with the source of his pain or more accurately the seed

  This caused his entire being to be successfully restructured to become a vessel for that seed

  The deal was effectively completed

  After letting out such a maniacal laughter

  Wei Zhi promptly rolled his eyes back and passed out

  He had received the largest concentration of the 'seed' and he couldn't maintain that state for long

  Besides his freedom should be enjoyed while actually conscious of himself

  Not long after a red blob manifested from the shadows in the classroom

  It was like a red blob off slime that transformed itself into a cat

  The cat was also red but it's eye socket was pitch black like a gaping hole straight to the abyss

  It walked to Wei Zhi and patted his forehead before melting into the shadows once again

  The shadows in the hallway outside the classroom trembled as if a stone was thrown into a lake causing ripples on the surface

  The direction of those ripples ended in the girl's bathroom

  End of Nice weather arc