Jesal_mystery

Jin Mo, the strongest warrior of humanity, was once the Apostle of Death—blessed by the God of Death himself. With an undead army at his command, he fought to protect Earth from the monstrous invasions of the gates. After slaying the Demon King, peace should have been his reward. Instead, his greatest allies turned on him, fearing his power. The six other apostles, chosen by the ruling gods, struck him down and stole his legacy.

But death is not the end.

Reincarnated into the ancient martial world of Murim, Jin Mo awakens in a new body—one bound to the same power of death that once made him feared. In a land where warriors carve their legends with swords and Qi, he will rise again.

Armed with the Death System, an unshackled power unlike any Murim has ever seen, he will forge his own path. Whether it be martial clans, corrupt emperors, or hidden divine schemes, nothing will stand in his way. The gods stole everything from him once before.

This time, he will seize it all.

The Rebirth of the Death Apostle

As Jin Mo and his father stood face to face, they both slowed their steps, finally coming to a stop.

"Where are you going?" his father asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Jin Mo quickly composed himself. "Ahh... I saw a beast running your way, so I was chasing it," he said, instantly coming up with a lie.

His father frowned. "I didn't see any beast nearby."

"Haha... Maybe it ran away," Jin Mo replied with an awkward chuckle, trying to sound convincing.

His father studied him for a moment but then let out a small sigh. "Hmm. Okay..." His eyes then flickered with curiosity. "Huh? Your injuries—they're gone?"

Jin Mo tensed for a second but quickly smiled. "Yeah, I applied some medicine, and it healed fast. Haha."

His father didn't seem entirely convinced. It was strange for such deep wounds to heal so quickly. But in the end, he chose to believe him—because Jin Mo was his child.

"That's good," his father finally said. "Come, let's head back to the outer layer."

The journey from the middle layer to the outer layer was long, and Jin Mo's exhaustion was evident. His stomach growled, reminding him of how much energy he had spent. Noticing this, his father decided they should stop and rest.

They found a quiet spot within the outer layer, where his father went to gather food while Jin Mo set up a campfire. Before long, his father returned with a few rabbits. Jin Mo expertly prepared and cooked them over the flames. The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, making both of them hungrier.

As they sat around the fire, eating their meal, his father took a bite and let out a satisfied hum. "This is delicious, Jin Mo. You must take after your mother a little," he said with a warm smile.

Jin Mo paused, momentarily stunned by the unexpected compliment. He looked at his father and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. "Thank you, Patriarch."

His father's expression softened. "When we're alone, you can call me 'Father'..." he said, his voice laced with emotion.

Jin Mo's heart skipped a beat. He looked at his father, his vision blurring slightly with unshed tears. The word "Father"—such a simple word, yet something he had never had the chance to say in his past life. He had been an orphan, deprived of such a bond. And now, for the first time, he had someone to call by that name.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he whispered, "Father..."

A warm silence settled between them. It was an unspoken understanding, a moment Jin Mo would never forget. The bond between them had grown stronger, and for the first time in both of his lives, he felt the embrace of fatherly love.

They continued eating, enjoying the peaceful night in each other's company. The crackling fire, the rich aroma of roasted meat, and the quiet companionship made the moment even more special.

As evening descended, they packed up and made their way back to the clan. Jin Mo, still immersed in the emotions of the day, returned to his room. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying his father's words in his mind.

You can call me Father...

A small, content smile crept onto his lips. He closed his eyes, exhaustion finally taking over. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at peace.

And with that, he drifted into sleep.