Ariathros

"I'll be the final killer in this world to end killing. Killing will only become history after I die. There is no one else who could do this but me."

In a world where killing is already a common occurrence, a reaper will rise. An assassin's blood stain the skin of a young girl living a simple life. With her identity buried in her past, she kills every killer on her list without hesitation. Her journey inside the tower will lead her to an immortal who will guide her in changing her single-sided mentality.

As the two protagonists attempt to escape the deadly games, they will soon delve into the history of the game. In particular, they will learn what it means to be a Descendant of Death.

Descendants of Death

I stood up as Seki helped me to stand using his arm as a support. When I did, he made a distance between me and bowed down followed by a speech.

"I'm sorry, miss Saori! I've gone a little too far!"

"You intended a force on each punch, didn't you?"

"But… Not really, ma'am," Seki giggled as he scratches the back of his head. "I just did like what Kasura instructed, as realistic as possible."

My lips pressed together with squinting narrowed eyes toward him. Just his face drives me insane. And because of that, I clenched my fist with full force to his abdomen.

But it didn't move him an inch, as expected from me who don't have any stamina at all. Then he laughed, more than a chuckle and more irritating as ever.

"Miss Saori, don't skip PE classes, alright? You'll be beaten in no time by…"

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