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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

Cyrus' words were like a divine decree descending from the heavens upon all those below. An invisible force tangled with the mighty red spear in a bid to stop its ascension.


Cyrus snorted disdainfully as his clothes fluttered in the wind and he watched the attack come at him. Before it could reach him, it finally stopped, and only then did he frown.


These old gods are powerful.. to be able to resist the power of the word this much even though they are at the same power level is just frightening it's as if they were on par with Damon!


Rose's figure vanished and reappeared some distance away from them. Even with Ducalian dead, she didn't seem bothered at all. Rose was a red-haired lady whose curvy figures were hidden within the customized red armor with a red cape fluttering madly behind her. 


She held on to her red spear with a smile on her face which made Gin frown.


Chapter 255: The true Victor