Land of Death.
Arthur observed everything from an overlooking perspective—
'Death'?!
The roaring words reached his ears, carrying information Arthur couldn't ignore.
The young spirit dium once again looked at the old gentleman in the black suit, his eyes reflecting that deep color, appearing even darker.
Silence.
Decay.
In the end, it returns to death.
It's the end point of all things, yet it's also a brand new starting point.
After a singularity and extremity, a new beginning unconsciously attracted Arthur's gaze.
The young spirit dium's talent [Breath of Death] flashed several tis quickly, the indistinct inseparability made Arthur suddenly understand what his sudden talent during baptism was all about.
Originating from 'Death'.
But...
Would 'Death' be so kind-hearted?
Impossible!
Absolutely not!
Arthur's [Spirituality] conveyed this point.
And in the next mont, it was also confird—
The old gentleman in the black suit imdiately detected sothing as Arthur's talent [Breath of Death] flickered. The old gentleman raised his head to scan the surroundings.
He was searching for that trace of death.
His face turned extrely ugly.
Because...
He was deceived again.
"Old Charlie!"
'Death' roared lowly.
Yet imdiately, it was subrged in a rich white radiance.
Not the pallor of white.
But the white of thunder.
A warhamr appeared in the hands of the middle-aged man.
As streaks of electricity flashed and burst forth, the middle-aged man leapt high—
"'Death' you traitor!"
The middle-aged man wielded the warhamr and slamd it down viciously, his roar transforming into thunder.
Boom!
In this silent land, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, as if to slice the whole world.
But, it abruptly stopped.
The old gentleman raised his right hand.
The pure silver ring embedded with white bones flashed with light.
A million specters surged out.
As black as ink, like tidal waves, inducing shivers.
The middle-aged man descending from the sky, together with the lightning, was blown away.
"Heh, South Los, you're still the sa."
The old gentleman chuckled, looking at the middle-aged man covered by specters, continuing: "Whose alias did you use?
Let guess.
Your ntor, Elder?
Your servant, Tot?
Or your comrade-in-arms...
Kate?"
In the mocking words, the old gentleman laughed even more heartily.
Because, these people were all indirectly or directly killed by him.
Especially that Kate.
He was South Los's friend, and took the arrow ant for South Los.
Both body and soul withered together.
He still rembers South Los wanting to embrace his friend's corpse, only for it to turn to sand, South Los's scream, he still rembers.
Just like at this mont—
Roar!
Lightning surged towards the sky.
The middle-aged man with a naive appearance...
No!
Under the electricity, the disguise completely vanished.
An attractive face appeared in everyone's sight, with arcs of electricity flickering at the hair ends.
At this mont, the million specters were completely annihilated.
Boom!
In thunder booming far beyond before, the Old Earl of South Los descended like a Thunder Dragon.
At the sa ti, the face of a kind old man was full of greenery.
One after another, rendered vines grasped the old gentleman directly.
"Dare to touch directly.
Old Hunter, you really are not afraid of death."
The old man laughed.
"Afraid.
How could I not be afraid?
However, compared to my death, your 'Death's' demise makes more jubilant—Aaron, do it!"
Sharpness!
Unmatched sharpness erupted from the young man.
The laziness on the youth disappeared at this mont.
What remained was the sharpness belonging to the sword.
The land of death suddenly stirred with airflow.
That was a call.
More, a yearning.
Again, an obsession.
Buzz!
In the boundless land of death, a longsword cast into the abyss radiated endless brilliance.
It heard its master's call.
It—
Ca!
No sound of breaking, the longsword cleaved through space and appeared in Aaron's hand.
And it was at this mont, Aaron began to be complete.
Sword and man, beca one.
Like substantial sharpness tearing through the void.
But even more was...
Holiness and compassion.
"'Sword Saint' Icarus!
Even now, you still can't let go?"
The old gentleman looked at the young man, calling out Aaron's real na, then sighed.
And this sigh earned a strike from 'Sword Saint' Icarus.
With this strike, heaven and earth changed color.
This strike... severed Arthur's peeping gaze.
Standing on the steps, Arthur squinted his eyes.
The Old Earl of South Los.
That middle-aged man who appeared naive and honest turned out to be the Old Earl of South Los.
The Old Earl of South Los, who had supposedly died, was actually alive.
Not only alive but had long beco a demigod.
Indeed, a demigod!
Standing above the fourth order, Arthur was very certain, the Old Earl of South Los was already a demigod.
'Not only multilayered disguise, but faked death.
To avenge, he almost abandoned everything?
Hatred, it makes people so persistent.'
Arthur sighed, yet in his mind unconsciously floated the image of another youth.
Or rather, to be precise, 'Sword Saint' Icarus.
The aura on the other, similar to Old Charlie's scoundrel vibe, always caught the young spirit dium's attention.
Of course, there's also 'Death'!
Imdiately, a deeper chill settled in Arthur's eyes.
At this mont, Arthur suddenly thought of a saying from his hotown—
How can one allow others to snore near one's pillow?
He possesses 'Death'.
The counterpart is also 'Death'.
It must be Old Charlie's trick.
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