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

Armanthos stood at the center of the enemy encirclement like an immovable mountain as numerous foes dove forward from all sides. Even when surrounded by enemies, his eyes seemed to lack focus as the image of a mighty white wolf could be reflected in his eye.


"For you, I will protect this mountain even from the Gods" Armanthos made a vow with a solemn look on his face. 


Armanthos turned and caught the sword flying toward his neck in a bid to decapitate him. With his bare hands, he caught the enemy's attack, stopping the blade before it reached his throat!


From the side, the goddess of spear stabbed her red spear deep into his thigh but Armanthos remained indifferent.


His territory solidified as the duo who made it into his zone felt their body retained by an unknown force.


Chapter 232: New Blink?