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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

In a week, the joint forces of the enemy had arrived. In a single breath, the central plains of the continent were covered by a legion of enemy forces that was as vast as the endless seas. The forces of the immortal empire stood at the walls and watched with worried expressions on their faces, especially since the undead army which used to swarm the entire empire and its borders, numbered in millions suddenly vanished out of sight.


At this moment, these people realized something…


Damon Ross, the death mage and the human they all present for creating this paradise they live in, has turned his back on them and is willing to watch them die.


Gerald Gyro was on his knees and bowed with his head slamming into the ground without hesitation. The enemy forces were numbered in tens of millions since there was the entire population of all the other races living outside the central continent.


Chapter 243: New Damon