3_Sins_Studios

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

"You!" The beyond paled as he saw the indifference in the eyes of the dead God. It was the eyes of a man confident in his abilities.


He felt the threat of death hanging over his head. At this moment it felt like the world has condemned him to death and is just waiting for the grim reaper to take his life.


Damon slowly opened his eyes as he absorbed the last of the world's Mana, reducing the God vein to a normal planet. This world will never be able to breed cultivators again.


Damon's eyes carried a hint of sadness but he didn't seem to care. This is the only way he can be assured the world will not be set ablaze by deities looking for an opportunity to steal its resources. As long as it does not catch their attention, they will never bother with it.


Chapter 356: Secret weapon