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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

Derek's reptilian side eye fixated on Deucalion with a chilling, almost dismissive air. His voice, calm yet laced with a tinge of superiority, sliced through the charged atmosphere.

"With your current strength, you won't be able to win against me," Derek asserted, his words carrying an air of finality.

Before Deucalion could react or retort, Derek's hand shot forward with alarming speed, a blur of movement that struck Deucalion squarely in the abdomen. The sheer force of Derek's blow sent Deucalion hurtling backward, skidding across the ground, his expression contorted in surprise at the unexpected display of immense strength.

Aeloria's shock was palpable. Her eyes widened as she beheld the sheer might emanating from Derek. It became apparent that his strength was not merely human, it stemmed from his dragon heritage, an ancient and formidable lineage coursing through his veins.

Naive Deities