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Brass fired his cannon. The recoil sent him backward into a patch of “time crystals”—he aged sixty years in two seconds, crumbled to dust, and respawned. Second death. He’s getting nervous.

Reaper-7 descended from the purple sky, not falling but unfolding , like a origami knife made of dark matter. Its mirrored faceplate showed Kaelen a dozen versions of himself: one running, one screaming, one already dead. extremexworld comic

No-Name tripped over a root that wasn’t there a moment ago. Before Kaelen could help, a shadow fell over them. Brass fired his cannon

He slammed onto the cold metal floor of the Nexus colosseum. The crowd of billions, watching on screens embedded in their skulls, erupted. The announcer’s voice boomed: “KAELEN VANCE WINS THE PRELIMS! ZERO DEATHS! FORTY-EIGHT RUNS!” He’s getting nervous

“Choose,” Reaper-7 whispered.

Kaelen should have been terrified. Instead, he felt a strange, cold clarity. He looked at Zara. “There’s only one way to stop Perma-Eclipse, isn’t there?”

He died for real on page 144, panel 12. But the last panel showed Zara, holding his rusty multi-sided die, rolling it one last time. It came up on a side that didn’t exist: the Zeroth Face.