Dimensional Hotel

In the final moments before death wrapped its cold grip around him, Yu Sheng felt a darkness deeper than anything he had ever known. It was thick, almost as if it were a living thing, pressing in on him like a dense, viscous liquid. There was no escape, only the crushing weight of oblivion.

His mind started to fade, slipping away like sand through his fingers. He knew his body was failing, its life ebbing away due to the terrible injuries he had suffered. His thoughts, tied to the physical shell that had sustained them, were ready to dissolve into nothingness. It was, after all, the natural order of things.

But then—just as his existence was on the edge of disappearing—something stopped it. A force, or maybe it was a stubborn idea, seemed to wrap itself around his mind, pulling him back from the brink. In the hazy confusion, he remembered the frog that had once eaten his heart and how he had been resurrected before.

How had that even happened? What had become of him? Why was he still…alive?

These questions gnawed at him, keeping him from fully sinking into the dark abyss. His consciousness wavered but refused to give in completely. He had to know—what had brought him back before? What had happened after death had taken him?

The weight of the darkness crushed him harder, turning colder, rougher, like being buried alive beneath layers of rock. He could feel his soul suffocating under its pressure. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the crushing sensation lifted.

In that moment of release, a single, clear thought came to him: In dying, death itself had died.

Yu Sheng had overcome death, and now, death had fled from him. His “body” felt lighter, and he shot upward, away from the black void that had almost consumed him.