I keep crying and crying, just then I hear someone yelling not for help but for "Get your news get your news!" Said the man. Wait a minute should I get some news demon lord? 'Do it info is a great advantage.' I walk over "What rank for 1 news paper" I ask "Just need to be any rank sir which one you want" the man replied. "Then I will pick the most popular one" I proudly say as if I were cool 'at least act normal I thought you were a rank c cleric not a rank F warrior plus you still have the cloths that are at weak as a stick remember.' Yeah I know demon lord 'then show me you do. Show me you can think' What does that mean! 'It means for you to cough up your blood and reset start over remember you have the skill to do so.' But but… 'no buts just so your job and I do mine so focus on only resetting.' How the hell am I supposed to do that! I can't go and die. 'Let me do it.' The second I hear those words I am no longer able to hear I awaken to see a mangled version of me. The hair ripped out as if in using it as a weapon around my neck. A large chunk of my neck is now covered in blood. My limbs are now all cracked and twisted. The thought of it being me makes me puke. The next time I open my eyes I awaken in a small wooden house. 'Wait what happened to the mansion you had?' Maybe we woke up before we were there. 'Maybe.' Then I see my dad who has a full beard and a long large unbrushed hair. My mom in a similar fashion just without the beard. What happened why is this like my original life…