FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Run

Draven heaved a huge sigh. The bartender pushed the shots to them and he downed his immediately, like he was depressed. He wasn’t disappointed in Leo, not exactly at least. He was even surprised to see him out of the game but that didn’t mean Leo wouldn't want to go back.

He, on the other hand, didn't know what he wanted. Did he want to go back into the game and fight heavily for his life and money? This was his first death and he was already depressed about his other deaths. Having two lives was just… it was just depressing. It made you think anxiously about the two remaining lives. It made it more real, more precious. Draven had been taking this game on like an adventure—which it was, for sure. But that was the thing with people who had three lives. They were reckless, happy, eager to get to the top while eluding danger. Draven was not any different from them. He thought that with his big, monstrous sword, he would be able to successfully get out of danger.

For the second time eve