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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

The silver and red dragon was confused since the name sounded familiar but strange as well. 


The bone pyramid crumbled but Damon didn't bother dodging the attack. He casually raised his hand slowly and caught the red beam without fear!


Even his body remained unmoving under the attack and his gaze unfazed. Within the pitch-black eyes were three green pupils in each eye, roaming around his eyeballs without restraint. His body was ghastly like that of a ghost which could fade away at any time meanwhile his aura felt like that of a thousand people fused into one.


"That power!" Fei muttered with visible fear in his eyes as he gazed at Damon and felt reluctant to continue the fight.


He could remember the stories of the past hosts and their battles with the old gods or the mortals. In those stories, the death mage has always been the last to die and it was because of this one technique.


Chapter 170: Joining hands with the enemy