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ManaSzeth stood on top of a building and contemplated his life. He had spent some time before wandering aimlessly, wondering what exactly his goal or purpose in life was. He had traveled from town to town, doing as many jobs as was necessary to survive. But that was all that it had been. Survival. The was no sense of purpose and no overarching goal that he was working towards. Szeth simply existed and did just enough to survive. For a while it had been OK. His primary focus was on surviving and that was a goal in of itself. However the more the days went by the more empty that he began to feel. He had come to Oak and it had been a nice breath of fresh air and the change of surroundings had been good for Szeth's mental health. However all good things must come to an end.
There was the night he met the mysterious stranger who turned out to be the guild master of Advent World. He had spoken to Szeth in a way which he found very genuine, and had convinced Szeth to join his guild. Szeth had hoped that joining this guild would be the goal which he needed in life to get rid of all of the emptiness that he was feeling. He had been wrong. Again as the days went by nothing seemed to help. The constant existential dread remained and Szeth would sit for hours wondering about what the actual point of life was.
Today he had reached his limit. There was no point in living anymore. No family, no friends, no goal. There was simply no reason to be alive and he longed for the sweet release of death. Szeth looked over the edge of the building which he had scaled. He was at least 100ft in the air. High enough that any fall would kill him. He wanted to go out with style so he did a backflip off of the edge. He watched as the world spun around him before his head collided into concrete, breaking his neck and killing him instantly.
Szeth-son-Neturo was no more.
There was the night he met the mysterious stranger who turned out to be the guild master of Advent World. He had spoken to Szeth in a way which he found very genuine, and had convinced Szeth to join his guild. Szeth had hoped that joining this guild would be the goal which he needed in life to get rid of all of the emptiness that he was feeling. He had been wrong. Again as the days went by nothing seemed to help. The constant existential dread remained and Szeth would sit for hours wondering about what the actual point of life was.
Today he had reached his limit. There was no point in living anymore. No family, no friends, no goal. There was simply no reason to be alive and he longed for the sweet release of death. Szeth looked over the edge of the building which he had scaled. He was at least 100ft in the air. High enough that any fall would kill him. He wanted to go out with style so he did a backflip off of the edge. He watched as the world spun around him before his head collided into concrete, breaking his neck and killing him instantly.
Szeth-son-Neturo was no more.
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