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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

The moon hung low in the darkened sky as the rebel forces, driven by determination and a thirst for justice, stealthily advanced towards the imposing Eastern gate of the city. Clad in dark, weathered attire, they moved with the grace of shadows, their movements barely making a sound as they approached their target.


The Eastern gate was fortified with twenty well-trained soldiers, each one prepared to defend their post to the last breath. The night seemed eerily quiet as the rebels closed in, concealing their presence in the cover of darkness. With the element of surprise on their side, they launched their assault.


As the first rebel, clad in a mask, silently eliminated the lone sentry on watch, chaos erupted within the ranks of the gate guards. The remaining soldiers, caught off guard and outnumbered, tried to rally and form a defensive line, but the rebels moved like ghosts, striking with deadly precision.


Chapter 411: Attack from the East