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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 forces rushed into the city, running past his lonely figure and walking toward into the city in silence. He has already given his soldiers the chance they need to take charge of the gates and the northern region of Linchester.


Within the chaos, he casually strolled in a direction with a cold look on his face. Flames of chaos and destruction burnt brightly behind him but he keep moving regardless until he vanished from sight.


Damon took a sharp turn into an alleyway with his hands hidden within his sleeves. The normal Cecile wouldn't wear such clothes but Damon felt more comfortable in something like this.


He walked through the lonely streets at night and a cruel smile appeared on his face. His eyes shot toward a certain direction and a cold look rang in his eyes.


"You wouldn't dare!" Damon sneered cruelly as an immense killing light shot into his eyes.


Chapter 298; You wouldn't dare