Pain.
Suffering.
Death.
Rebirth.

What do those words really mean?

In this world, they are not metaphors—they are the foundation of existence. You fight. You die. You come back. Again and again, in a land where happy endings are rare and mercy is a myth.

Most people would never wish to be reborn here.

Too bad for me—I was.

Before I died, I jokingly asked myself a question while staring at my computer:
“If you were reborn, what world would you choose?”

I wanted a world I knew. A world I could survive.
So I chose Dark Souls—a game I had played endlessly.

Except I typed Black instead of Dark.

Then I died of a heart attack… and woke up in the worst possible answer to that question.

This is the world of Black Souls.

I know this place. I know its characters, its tragedies, its bad endings. At first, I thought that knowledge made me special. That I was the main character. That I could save everyone if I just played my cards right.

I was wrong.

This world doesn’t care how much you know.
It doesn’t care how many times you die.

But I will keep coming back anyway.

No matter how many times I fall.
No matter how many times I suffer.
Even if it takes a hundred deaths… a thousand… a million—

I will carve out a future where the people I love can smile.

In a world built on despair,
I will become the one stubborn ray of light that refuses to go out.


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MC: Ichirou
Ship: Ichirou × Harem

Ichirou Harem