Reincarnated with the god of death system.
'Everyone thinks they can fight the darkness, until they come in contact with it.' Died only to be reincarnated into the body of a side character. How unlucky can one get? A side character in a book who was killed by his family. A reader who incarnates into the body of the side character and awakens the most unattainable, sought after, god of death system. Owen at first is excited he has an invincible system that will give him lots of powers, unique weapons and super abilities. Till he finds out how his system operates and is left wishing he could die once again. 'CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE ACQUIRED 12 PLATINUM GIVING YOU A LIFETIME. VILLAINS DOOR WILL OPEN IN FEW SECONDS.' 'Dear host, welcome to the villain god of death system. Your first mission will be awarded soon.' 'Dear host, villain door first mission: Destroy the house of Saraphine.' House of Saraphine: The power house that contains infinite dragon energy. Destroying this will help host attain the dragon energy and create chaos in the world. 'Dear host, every action in the villain god of death system will affect the human world. Time for mission: 48 hours.' It was now Owen knew the god of death system isn't exactly what he had thought it was from the start. With so many manipulations going on, he is led to a path of unfulfilled journey filled with deceit and evil schemes. If Owen will be able to defeat his system and unravel the mysteries of the system and the worlds depends on how dark and cold he can let his heart be. "Isn't that Owen Duurm?" "Shhh....don't be so loud. Last week he had a falling out with the Prime Minister, and told him 'I hope you get home safely' our prime minister died the moment he stepped foot into his home." the lady was obviously sacred as she spoke and stares at the handsome man walking down the hall. "Isn't he the dummy of the Duurm family?" The lady released a sad sigh. "He used to be. But now, he is not just his family's terror but our terror. The whole country's nightmare."
Speak through the dead man.
The brakes of the car finally worked and the bus driver rushed out to check the man. He ran to the pavement side and stared at the man, his hands wrapped around his head.
He picks his phone and quickly dials the emergency number, knowing he had landed himself into trouble. He bent to check the mans pulse by placing two fingers on his neck and lowering his head a little to check if the man was still breathing. He couldn't feel a pulse and grits his teeth. He couldn't even remember how it all happened. He just knew it happened within few seconds. The bus behaving like it was possessed by something.
He raised his head and could see the mans lips moving. He quickly placed his fingers in front of the mans nose to see if he was taking in any breath but there was nothing.
Except for the breeze that blew past him, there was nothing. He stared at the man's bloody face as his mouth continued to move.