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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

"You are something…" Damon said with an indifferent look in his grey eyes as his voice seemed like one overlapped by the voice of many.


"Amongst all the hosts I have come across… Sol is the strongest, followed by you!" The Orc chieftain said in a dominant tone while he gazed at Damon's grey hair fluttering in the wind.


The two combatants indifferently approached each other at a slow but steady pace. The inhabitants of the capital including the new son of heaven and Dillian Gyro stood at the gates, watching the battle take place. While they considered Damon their enemy, they hated the Orc chieftain for everything he has done so far. Because of him, they lost someone precious to them for a stupid reason.


Damon could hear the thoughts of everyone in the capital and he could feel their pain. He felt the negative intentions of many surges towards him, fuelling his strength even more.


Chapter 236: Wiping out the false hosts