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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

Within the dark room in his mind, Damon stood but this time the person drowning in the black pool was Sol. His eyes were stern and cold as it shifted to the figure bound by chains not far from the black pool.


"To survive this war we need Sol! To win this time we need the true death mage!' Demos growled and Damon snorted disdainfully.


"Have there ever been a battle I lost?" Damon asked and the room fell silent.


"Has there been a war I lost?" Damon asked.


"Have I failed you even once?" Damon asked again.


Even when the world gathered to take my life when I was still in the warrior realm I survived! Can you compare Sol to me?!" Damon growled as his eyes let out a fierce red light, tightening their grip on the death mage.


"I have fought and died for your goals. Never again" Damon muttered those words while gazing at Demos with a disappointed look in his eyes. Amongst all those who he considered allies since the beginning of this war Demos was the one he trusted the most.


Chapter 190: The Plan