As an immortal being, Neuvillete had witnessed tons of deaths. Among them, there were those he valued, and those his enemies. But none of them had hurt this much in thousands of years.

Over the years, your skin wrinkled and you lost your charm. In short, you were old and on your deathbed. But Neuvillete didn't care about your appearance. He was looking at you with eyes that reflected the pure sadness in his heart while holding your bony hand.

Living forever was more painful than dying.