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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

Cyrus observed his surroundings a bit longer before moving forward after a moment of thought. Although he didn't want to approach, he had no other choice. He has some too far to turn his back now. His eyes turned calm as he began approaching. His body stood in mid-air, levitating towards the entrance at the foot of the mountain.


Cyrus's golden armor shone brightly as a bright golden halo erupted from his body, like a shell.


After traveling in silence for over thirty minutes before reaching the foot of the mountain.


"You seek what you cannot handle, turn back host and I will act like you never came here" 


Hearing this Cyrus was stunned and was forced to stop walking as he looked into the back clouds ago and sighed.


"I wish I could do that but it seems that won't be possible." Cyrus said with a deep frown. His words seemed true and anyone who didn't know him would feel like he was forced to come here.


Chapter 178: A trap