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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

On the loop pp p0p desolate endless seas, a figure could be seen staggering forward leaving behind a trail of black blood. He covered his chest which seemed to have a hole inside and his eyes seemed extremely dull. Even Damon who carried Ed the title of the death mage could see the spirit of death looming over him with strange eyes. It gazed at him reluctantly but its grip on its death scythe meant it was willing to do its job when the time comes.


"My second brush with death and my disciples' defeat happened at the same time. Damn it. A simple miscalculation on my path will cost me my life. I guess Blink was right. My addiction to doing this alone will be the death of me" Damon laughed while traversing the endless seas.


He could sense a strong power far from his location but he had no other choice but to get to it fast.


It felt like the world trembled as a strange figure emerged from the distance, appearing a few meters above Damon.


Chapter 181: Dying Damon