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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

Even with the deep wound on his chest Damon maintained his crazed smile as he charged toward the enemy with a surging black aura in his death scythe!


Damon was thrown into the sky as he spun alongside his weapon before hacking down ruthlessly!


Fei casually lifted his hand and caught the attack with little to no effort. In his hand was the blade of the black scythe but around his palm was a thick yet thin layer of aura slowly eroding under the effect of the decay power!


"Impossible!" Damon frowned but he felt a fist aim at the same spot again, slamming into its and sending him flying back!


Damon spat out a mouthful of blood but he also slammed his black scythe into the ground, breaking his retreat abruptly.


Damon exhaled with a stunned look on his face. His eye shifted to the figure ahead of him with a thin layer of bright red aura around his hand while Damon's black aura lingered around his hand but was unable to invade.


Chapter 166: Fears of Elsa