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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

Amidst the turmoil and chaos that had engulfed the fortress's courtyard, Derek stood in eerie silence, his blood and bone armor gleaming with an ominous luminescence. His pitch-black eyes observed the scene with a sense of cold detachment, as the defenders of the fortress scattered in all directions, driven by an overwhelming fear of his malevolent power.


The army, unable to approach due to the sheer magnitude of Derek's destructive aura, hesitated to advance. Their ranks included only a handful of mages, and these mages were powerless against the unrelenting force that Derek had unleashed.


As Derek maintained his silent vigil, a cold and aloof voice, seemingly from the depths of the abyss, reached his ears. The voice revealed their dark purpose in this world, a mission to hunt down the protector of the supreme deity and take his life. It was clear that Derek was the intended target, and the realization sent a shiver down his spine.


Sword God, Lu Jin