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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

Armanthos descended the blood mountain through the path created from it with a pale and ghastly look on his face. He had predicted a lot of things all through his life including his current position but he never thought of a day when Damon will abandon his people.


But then again, who is he to blame the death mage?


After all the effort put into uniting the world and even giving up the chance of becoming a lone emperor but decided to share power amongst every race present and everyone who he believed deserved to have a say in the matters of the empire yet they all turned on him and secluded him from the rest of the world.


"I guess he still refused," Gin asked with a calm smile. By his side are two youths of about the same age.


They were male and female that shouldn't be over eighteen years and all dressed in blue robes just like their master who had his face covered with an Azure Blue Dragon mask.


Chapter 242: Tyrant