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#DARK
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#ANTIHERO

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
#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#R18
#MAGIC
#DARK
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#ANTIHERO

Trapping the invaders

The Akuma tribe's elite team, a select group chosen from the ranks of their most capable members, consisted of a mere hundred warriors.

These individuals were the cream of the crop, not conscripted from elsewhere but carefully selected from their own tribe. Among them, a formidable force emerged, with over ninety-five peak human realm Level fighters, three formidable warrior realm fighters, and one peak warrior realm fighter who held the esteemed position of the tribal head within the Akuma tribe.

As they ventured into the territory shrouded in the eerie Haze fog of the Haze Wolf, their high cultivation realms seemed to lose their significance. The moment they entered this ominous mist, they lost contact with each other, as if the fog severed the very bonds that held them together.

Even their acute senses, particularly their sense of smell, were rendered nearly useless, overwhelmed by a repulsive odor that dulled their perception to a mere fraction of its usual sharpness.