gpt
Subaru:  “Ugh…bgh…” Holding his mouth after facing another onslaught of death, Subaru knelt on the floor in the Taygeta archives. Unable to stay upright, he slumped forward onto the ground.
human
Subaru:  “Haaah, haaah…” His breathing was ragged, and a hideous cold sweat drenched his body. Was it hot, or was it cold? Was it bitter? Sweet? Painful? Pleasant? All his emotions blended together as black became white and he couldn’t tell up from down anymore.
gpt
Subaru:  “That’s…book eight…” That was how many volumes he had gone through since finding the first book of the dead. He was retracing that Natsuki Subaru’s footsteps without skipping any deaths. And as he relived all those memories, a thought came to him. How simple, straightforward, and unbearably naive was Natsuki Subaru? The latest death he saw at the end of the eighth volume was the main reason.