The Final Destination

The four Undertakers weren't even enough to serve as the Mortician's appetizer.

His scalpel drew a cold light through the air and with a flick of his wrist, the four villagers were incapacitated.

The Mortician didn't hesitate at all, and the four couldn't even let out their death knells as the Mortician swallowed them whole.

"Wow..." Calvin was amazed at the Mortician's capabilities.

If only he doesn't look so cold all the time, he could be immensely popular with the ladies.

The Mortician's chiseled features and the indifference that he held for all life made him give off the vibe of a bad boy—the kind of bad boy that women often wanted to convert into nice men.

"Fuck." Calvin cursed under his breath. If only he could summon Stephanie at this moment, then he wouldn't summon this Mortician at all.