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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..."

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Decisions

Derek, Todo, and Mozan returned to the Khan tribe, their presence a somber reminder of the challenges they faced. As they entered the tribal grounds, Derek's expression was resolute, and he ordered that he was not to be disturbed. His decision to meditate in solitude was clear, and his tribe members respected his wishes, understanding the gravity of their recent encounter.

Alone in a dark room, Derek sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep contemplation. He pondered the path that lay before him, the challenges of being a cultivator in this world. In the human realm, he had been slightly superior to ordinary humans, but in the warrior realm, he had transcended humanity, becoming a superhuman. However, he knew well that he was far from invincible. His God soul had been destroyed, with only fragments remaining, limiting the extent of his power. Derek couldn't help but lament the absence of his godly abilities in this world; they would have made everything much smoother.