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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

As the streak of sword light vanished into the distance, the immense and intimidating aura that had surrounded Derek slowly dissipated, leaving behind a drained and pale figure. Derek's body shivered uncontrollably, and he couldn't hold back a pained cough, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His legs wobbled beneath him, and he staggered back, dangerously close to collapsing.


Just as Derek teetered on the brink of weakness, Katherine, his trusted companion and confidante, landed gracefully by his side. Her keen eyes immediately locked onto his terribly pale face, and her heart skipped a beat. 


She knew the depths of Derek's condition better than anyone, having witnessed him try to repair his damaged God soul before. The dragon heritage within him was the most vulnerable and fragile part, and using it came at a tremendous cost. Seeing him hold up his draconic presence for so long had been a clear sign of desperation.


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