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Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

Seated on the throne, the son of heaven and all the officials paled as they heard the furious Cries directed at them. They gazed at each other and even the arch mage Kratos and Duke Hail were stunned. After five years, the kid they both believed was outstanding has returned to take their heads.


Pope Light remained seated with a calm expression on his face. The calmness in his eyes was enough to calm everyone down, especially those who were truly anxious.


 Over the centuries it has been recorded that the death mage has been capable of. Seeing Damon was coming for them, it meant he must have reached a level.


While everyone was still contemplating, the doors of the royal palace courtroom swung open as a man dressed in a golden battle armor with the symbol of the sun on his chest plate appeared. On his back was a massive golden greatsword and his golden hair was haggard and spiky. 


Chapter 130: Confrontation