Chapter 228: The Wheel of Karma Spares No One

Clark was, of course, filled with fear towards Death, a figure of such high standing.

To claim he wasn't afraid would be sheer bravado. But is fear useful? Do you think by simply enduring and submitting, she will tolerate your existence? Or by groveling and kowtowing, she will abandon her plans for you?

To think that giving up resistance will make her stop persecuting you is a delusion.

Think about Thanos' fate, and you'll understand what kind of god Death really is.

Thanos was obedient, loyal, and compliant, wasn't he? And what was the outcome? The Mad Titan was nothing but a puppet in her hands, manipulated and controlled, seemingly glorious but in reality, a tale of woe.

Clark, guessing her identity, had already prepared for the worst. His silence stemmed from a sliver of hope that her visit had a different purpose, like a trade-off where he would be asked to annihilate the entire Chitauri army which he could have repelled.

Remaining silent when uncertain of the other's intentions is wise, so he played the role of a bystander, trying to figure out her true motive.

Now, confirming her malicious intent and her infringement of his bottom line, Clark saw no need for courtesy.

To challenge an emperor takes the sacrifice of one's life.

Knowing he was no match for her, but with no turning back, he resolved to spite her first, aiming for a clear conscience.

"Find a good person and just get married, though it's not what I really feel. Even if love runs deep, it's hard to let go, but I already have a family..."

This Chinese song, "Find a Good Person and Get Married", Clark believed Death, understanding English, wouldn't be clueless about Chinese. The song's meaning was evident from its lyrics – it was blatantly clear.

He clarified before playing the song that it was dedicated to her. By incorporating their identities into the lyrics, Clark portrayed himself as a deceitful man betraying a young girl, turning Death into the 'other woman.'

The crux was Clark making it clear: she was just a fling, and even if they had been involved, he wouldn't sacrifice his family for this 'mistress'. More so since they had no past, and her asking him to kill his wife and lover was ludicrous.

If you're the mistress, be prepared for that role!

Thinking of turning official? Dream on!

Impression points from Death +233333!

Death's demeanor changed instantly upon hearing this insulting song. Her beautiful face turned into a skull, radiating a chilling, horrific aura, far from her previously unrivaled elegance.

Having already offended her, Clark was undeterred by her transformation, continuing, "This song exactly represents my feelings. You should just marry an honest man, like Thanos for instance."

Labeling the Mad Titan as 'honest' might raise objections, but considering his relationship with Death, he was pitifully honest, not even enjoying the fate of a typical 'honest man' who might win his goddess in the end. For Thanos, even that slim chance was nonexistent.

Let's mourn for Thanos, the honest man, for three seconds.

With a cold hum, Death said ominously, "I deemed you worthy, and your ingratitude will cost you." Her juice disappeared, her jade-like hand transforming into a bony claw, reaching slowly for Clark's throat.

Clark wanted to dodge Death's deadly grasp but couldn't; even the simplest evasion was impossible. Was this the power of one of the five Primordial Beings of the Marvel Universe?

Far beyond his current understanding or resistance, Clark smirked bitterly, ready for a desperate fight.

However, as Death's claw neared, a seven-colored light shone from him, disintegrating her arm and forearm upon contact, as if snow thrown into a volcano.

"Yikes!"

Injured, Death retreated to the living room center, her body instantly regenerating – bones, flesh, returning to her stunning green-eyed form.

Impression points from Death +999999!

Unable to gauge the extent of her injury, Clark noted her somber expression, indicating significant damage, not something a being of her caliber would overlook.

Examining Clark, Death said coldly, "I didn't expect that power to merge with you. But it seems you can't use it effectively, resorting to petty tricks."

Then, laughing, "Can your power stop the Chitauri army or Thanos?"

"If you think so, I'll wait and watch."

Now aware that she couldn't harm him, Clark saw no reason to back down. Noticing her "I'll get you after school" demeanor, he seized the chance to further irritate her, "Since you're here, why not dance? Leave a memory." With a mischievous smile, he snapped his fingers.

Impression points from Death +999999!

Hearing Clark, Death was incredulous: "A Primordial Being dance for you?"

"You are far too arrogant. I, one of the five Primordial Beings..."

"What is happening!?"

"Damn it, what have you done to me!?"

Impression points from Death +999999!

Under the song's influence, Death involuntarily struck a pose, turning towards Clark with an elegant silhouette, her hands clasped in a dance-ready stance...

The voice of the AI, Clear Wind, followed, "Sir, an intruder detected in the villa, and she seems to be dancing!"

The song negated Death's invisibility, even visible to Clear Wind.

Clark ordered, "Record this, project everywhere."

As the music picked up, Death danced uncontrollably, her singing in Japanese adding to the spectacle.

"Impression points from Death +999999!"

Despite her sweet appearance, Death's mood was surely sour.

Clark, devoid of any chivalry or sympathy, stood firm. Her intentions were malevolent from the start, aiming to puppeteer him like Thanos and demanding he kill his closest ones.

Now knowing he could counter her, Clark spared no courtesy. Her current plight, forced to dance for him, was self-inflicted.

Indeed...

Good and evil have their recompense; karma spares no one. Not believing? Just look up; who does paradise pardon?

As the music and dance continued, Death unwillingly provided massive impression points.

Evident of her stature, each contribution nearly hit 1 million points. The song alone boosted his points by over half a billion – a massive gain.

With the dance ending, a freed Death, reverting to a skull, furiously declared, "You despicable mortal, you'll never see me again!"

Thus, Clark collected two versions of "Paradise Pure Land" dance videos from Death.

Leaving quickly, Death's parting words echoed, "This despicable mortal, you'll never see me again!"

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