3_Sins_Studios

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

Damon was pushed to the ground as the massive toward bombarded him with countless attacks, creating a large body of dust.


Damon smashed into a barrier as he tried to escape by burrowing underground. Bang!


His figure shot out of the ground and into the air as he stood with cruel lights in his eyes. He gazed at the two figures above with cruelty in his eyes.


"Since you have sworn to take the life of my disciple, I will return the favor and take yours!" Damon bellowed as his power surged and he prepared for a fierce battle but something unexpected happened.


A figure appeared in mid-air in a kneeling position. His face was lowered and his hair fluttered in the wind. The silver and red color gave him a unique look which is almost hard to miss and in his hand was a beating heart.


"As you requested, Blink, the successor of the death mage is dead…" Armanthos said with a voice void of emotions.


Chapter 220: Power of a sovereign: The absolute!