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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 · แฟนตาซี
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691 Chs

Todo Khan

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Amidst the lingering echoes of the battle, a sudden sound broke the stillness—a rhythmic clapping that reverberated through the clearing. Derek's senses, ever attuned to his surroundings, registered the sound without flinching. He had expected this, had grown accustomed to the presence that often trailed him, an observer who never intervened but always watched.

As the clapping ceased, the source of the sound emerged from the shadows—a figure that bore an air of authority and familiarity. Todo Khan, the tribe's leader, stood before Derek, his imposing stature casting a long shadow. The leader's dark skin contrasted with the tribal markings painted across his body, symbols that spoke of tradition and legacy. His muscular build exuded strength and power, a testament to his own abilities.