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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

The rainbow haired man stood with a sneer on his face while looking down at the trio below. He found it amusing that he finally made it to the world where the gods reside and right now, he is going to make it his.


"I have arrived… finally, we can settle the score and my duty will be over," Damon said those words heavily as if he meant every single word and only Demos understood why.


Ever since acquiring the death magic, he has been thrown into a world of constant chaos and battles. He is forced to fight almost at all times and any time was not spent fighting was spent on recovering. In the end, Damon didn't live as a human. He sacrificed that part of his life for the sake of this day.


Damon stood in mid-air looking down at all five of them and smiled. He looked around and marveled at the majestic beasts and the golden army racing forward. Everything just seemed graceful, created in the image of these gods.


Chapter 262: Reasons for victory