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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

"Bold power!" The masked assassin muttered with a deep frown as she felt her bones shiver under the pressure of the terrifying evil residing within this kid. This was beyond mere negative Yin energy, it was a demonic aura that corrupted everything it touched.


"Demonic arts!" she gasped as she saw Damon's hair gain a shade of dark green color like his eyes. Almost instantly he had become something completely different, giving off an aura similar to death. His skin turned pale and his veins bulged out, as if he was channeling some dark force.


Everyone in the room paled in fright but there was no way out. The only way out was blocked by this fifteen-year-old kid acting as the host of a God of death. Since there was no one present and there was no way the cameras filming from the helicopter could capture what was happening within the hospital, Damon decided this was the best time to find out his true strength.


Chapter 398: Strength of a God