The day the world announced his death,
a throne was built in the middle of the city.
No name.
No face.
Only one status flashing everywhere—
DECEASED.
While millions gathered, argued, and mourned…
he stood alive, watching it all from above.
Death did not take him.
Death kept him.
Now trapped between life and an unseen system,
the protagonist begins a journey where fate is written,
rules are hidden, and being dead is an advantage.
Mysterious white-clad witnesses observe from the shadows.
A black throne waits for someone who should not exist.
And every step forward pulls him closer to a truth the world is not ready to hear.
This is not a hero’s story.
This is what happens after the ending.
Thanks, My Death.

THANKS, MY DEATH