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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
Not enough ratings
691 Chs

Power of the White Crane

Bang.

The tension in the air was palpable as Damon, his black yin power surging around his palms, charged forward with unyielding determination. His gaze remained locked on the Class C flag at the center of the plateau, his sole focus on claiming victory for Class A. He was poised to unleash the full extent of his power to seize that cherished symbol of honor.

But as Damon surged forward, intent on reaching the flag, a figure dressed in traditional white kimono appeared before him like a guardian of the plateau. It was Duren, his white hair catching the ambient light, his presence unwavering. Damon, for a brief moment, was stunned by the sudden obstacle in his path. The appearance of this white-haired youth had interrupted his charge, leaving him momentarily disoriented.

"Get in my way? Kill!!" Damon hissed.