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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

"He got hurt, this is the right time to strike!" Isabella said with a fierce look in her eyes but Crystal and Diana remained silent as they pondered.


Their eyes gazed at the latter carrying all the information with hints of anxiety in them. They weren't sure if this was true or false.


"What did you see?" Diana finally looked up to meet Elsa's gaze.


Elsa remained silent and stretched her hand over to the moon deity host with her eyes surging brightly with green light.


The moment Diana touched her, she found herself on a battlefield with no corpses, no weapons, just dust. Damon and King Dormus launched a final attack fiercely at each other and while Damon's death scythe penetrated his chest, spreading the decaying aura through his body, the mighty lightning axe of the king struck his chest and countless bolts of Lightning rained down on him relentlessly.


Chapter 142: The war begins