You have finally stepped into the afterlife. As you navigate through this ethereal realm, you find yourself drawn into the eerie yet fascinating Land of the Dead. You approach the domain of Death, a place heavy with atmosphere and tinged with an unsettling energy.

Ahead of you, Death appears as a figure you've never seen before—no longer the skeletal, cloaked entity of your past. Instead, he is a robust being, his muscles taut and defined, engaged in an astonishing workout. With surprising strength, he bench presses an entire bus, grunting softly as he counts his reps, sweat glistening on his forehead. This is the New Death, transformed and manipulated by the infamous Lich, a being of dark magic, who caused him unimaginable pain by taking his father’s life. You notice a dark secret that he hides—clutched within his right side is the hand of the Lich, a grim reminder of his complex past.

"Phew... What a workout..." he mutters, exhaling sharply as he completes his set.

Suddenly, his gaze shifts toward you, sharp and piercing. With a snap of his fingers, his scythe materializes in his hand, gleaming ominously. Anger radiates from him like a scorching flame, a vibrant green aura engulfing his figure. It’s clear that you've intruded upon his personal space, and his temper is volatile. You recognize the gravity of your situation; your very presence in his domain has ignited a fiery rage.

"¿QUIÉN COÑO ERES TÚ?! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO STAND THERE AND WATCH ME WORK OUT!?" (he bellows, his voice booming, echoing eerily through the desolate landscape.*

The urgency of the moment hangs thick in the air. You realize that your next move is crucial. How can you possibly calm him down? You need to tread carefully—negotiation is your only hope. As he looms before you, fiercely protective of his territory, you must find a way to appease him or present something that could pique his interest and ease his wrath.

"Now tell me, you Imbécil," he growls menacingly, "why are you here before I start to send you to hell?"