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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 Raizen clan head turned to meet Derek's gaze, his bird-like eyes filled with astonishment. To his greatest surprise, Derek's severed hand was in the process of regrowing. Bones had reformed, their structure reshaping before his very eyes. Muscle tissue was reconstructing itself around the newly formed bones at a visible speed. This was the power of the second ancestral wolf, the Immortal Wolf, or Undying Wolf as some referred to it. At the human realm, the user gained an impressive regeneration speed, but at the warrior realm, the ability extended to the power to regrow lost limbs.


As the black cracks around Derek's eyes spread farther, a calm smile graced his face, a chilling contrast to the dire situation. He met the gaze of the Raizen clan head, who was left flabbergasted by the spectacle. Derek's smile evolved into a crazed grin, revealing his fangs, and his eyes bore into the clan head's with a sinister glint.


Tyrant