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Paragon of Death

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..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasy
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691 Chs

Chapter 274: A Thousand years later

How?

Everyone was stunned. The thought of Damon dying may have crossed their minds but never did they expect it to become reality. The youth who they all started within the small academy of the Gyro Kingdom became a fugitive, then a powerful force, a world leader, and finally a God.

Unfortunately, all of that meant nothing since he didn't even live for a day as a deity.

Blink felt his legs fail him and he simply vanished. Never to return again and that was how he vanished from the picture.

The news of Damon's death soon spread and just a week after an empire-wide funeral took place. It was a funeral fit for an emperor and a God, unfortunately, it meant nothing to the dead.

A week turned to months and months turned to years and then centuries. The mana of the world had begun to dwindle and people believed that the God's vein had run out of mana. The supernatural abilities of the world slowly began to fade alongside cultivators.