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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

Damon's crazed laughter filled the heavens as flaming skills rained down on his enemies while a massive fiery skull that was twice the size of the empire emerged from the heavens turning the old gods pale!


Will he really attack them with something like this while the empire was beneath them?


"I leave the protection of the empire to you" Damon's voice was low and calm but it spread across the continent.


A figure appeared at the peak of the mountain with its blue hair fluttering wildly. If Gin was present he would be stunned to see Meta, the guardian spirit of force. Her blue wings added to her grace and charm as blue magic circuits spread across her body all the way to the mountain but it was blocked by an external force casting her to frown.


It seemed as if the void tore open as three figures emerged with deep frowns on their faces while facing the woman ahead. 


Chapter 258: One against all