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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

For the first time in forever, Damon felt like he was in a losing battle. One with which he had no business, neither did he have any chance of victory. Going against one of the two Draconian brothers would be manageable. His chances of winning are still somewhere slightly above fifty but then with the presence of the second foe his chance of victory was somewhere around twenty percent if not lower. A miracle will be required to boost his chances by a small number.


"Is that fear I smell from the great death mage?" Fei in his red dragon form laughed loudly.


"It would be disappointing If the great death mage is scared of us after a few pointers" Raizen in his silver dragon laughed cruelly.


Hearing this Damon maintained his calm while his eyes revealed deep hatred for the duo. For so long countless hosts have been murdered by the world for just existing. Few manage to reach the old gods but they all fell eventually...


Chapter 169: Death magic: One with death!