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

The news of Damon's accident during training spread like wildfire, leaving many people who felt jealous of his talent and the attention he received mocking him at every chance they got. They claimed that the king was too hasty in placing so much importance on a young nobody like Damon and argued that he should be forced back to the "trash" they believed he came from.


Malicious comments were thrown at him from all directions, and even the global body joined in, laughing at the clumsy prodigy from the nation of Wecristan. With every insult, the suspicion on Damon seemed to deepen in the eyes of these individuals. However, unbeknownst to them, the news of his injury only leaked because Damon wanted it to leak.


Standing with a calm smile on his face, Damon stood by the window of his room. His black robes fluttered in the wind as his gaze wandered outside. One of his hands was bandaged, and a heavy look lingered in his eyes, betraying the pain he must have endured.


Chapter 389; Strange invitation