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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 heart pounded with determination as he stared at his opponent, his mind set on victory. He couldn't afford to hold back now; the stakes were too high. All the effort and sacrifice he had poured into this endeavor would be in vain if he didn't emerge triumphant.


With a surge of energy, Damon shot forward, his body surrounded by a fierce negative yin aura. As he moved, his hands weaved through the air, leaving behind countless afterimages in their wake. It was as if he was surfing on a surface of dark, burning yin energy, skidding across the battlefield with unyielding speed and power..


In response, the assassin wasted no time in launching herself into the air, her claws blazing with malicious red energy. The intensity of their clash was palpable as they approached each other, their respective powers converging and infusing into their attacks.


Chapter 401: Final clash