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It was as though he'd never heard such a funny joke before. Lucas also smiled. "If you knew you were going to die soon, would you smile so happily?" The Green and Yellow Monster at the Rank 3 of the Ultimate God Ranked Realm couldn't help but shudder! "Human, you... ... what did you say?" In the opinion of a Rank 3 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Green and Yellow Monster, Lucas shouldn't have said such words. "Normally." Lucas pondered for a few seconds, adding, "I won't repeat myself to the dead a second time."

Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict.

I grimaced, and wiped my hands on my jeans. “In case of what, yeh arrogant shit?” “There’s a God. Beg Him to forgive you, because one way or the other, you will die tonight.”

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

The Cathedral behind them collapsed in a plume of fire and dust, illuminating the night like the funeral pyre of a god. Edda was gone. But her final whisper still clung to the wind: You killed God twice. And something darker lingered in the silence that followed— the sense that killing a god doesn’t end the faith it leaves behind.

Which then this black shadow departed along with several other black shadows. The handsome man smiled, then he laughed with satisfaction at what he had done. “Hahaha… look! Look at the god of death, now I will wake you up. You have to reveal yourself or all these humans who do not pray will also suffer the same fate as me, and you, will be blamed by many people. The god of death isn't fair! Hahahaha… ” Meanwhile, Akira's presence, the

Her faint smile increase as she realized how it had suddenly made her prepare for the afterlife until a quote caught her attention. For this is a day for the Lord God of host, a day of vengeance! The smile wiped off her face as she stared at the ceiling blankly. Seconds ago, she was determined to die now she doesn't know if she really wants to still avenge herself instead of Leaving "Vengeance to God" as the Bible had said.

"There's no one in this world who wants him dead more than I do." Everett went still.

Then as I am about to lose the last restraint that I have left in me, my call gets answered on the other end; I don’t need a hello, not a single word, just a plain statement… “You are fucking dead. You might have won this round, but I am coming for you. Mark my words, you are fucking dead.”

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

I'd never seen a god die. I'd always assumed death was just emptiness. But my divine consciousness didn't scatter. I hovered above the altar in the Healing Temple, weightless as smoke, looking down at my own body, at everyone gathered below. The Healer had stopped the channeling midway and was staring at me, at what was left of me. Her face changed. She leaned in close to examine me, and then her voice began to shake. "How does she have Godsbane poisoning? She only had this much left. Why didn't anyone tell me? This would have killed her. This was going to kill her no matter what."

He looked calmer now, steadier. But he was still wearing that ridiculous red polka-dot bow tie. Celia's favorite. I looked away again, my voice even. "Mr. Sterling, my mother is already dead. "She died on the day of your wedding to Celia Eckhart." Julian looked as if someone had struck him in the skull. "How could..." I walked around him and headed for the door without hesitation. My colleagues had been craning their necks toward the office, eager for gossip. The moment I stepped out, they all lowered their heads and pretended to work.

If he was even a little bit sober, he wouldn't forget how much he hated her, let alone speak to her like that. Olivia buried her head in his embrace. Sniffling and trembling, she asked, "Ethan, what would you do if I were dead?" "What are you talking about?" "Everyone dies. Everyone born into this world ages and eventually falls sick before dying. No one can escape that." "Well, then I will die with you. We will enter eternal slumber together and be laid to rest at the same place." Smiling helplessly, Olivia tightly held onto his shirt. "Nonsense. I'm sure you'll celebrate with fireworks and marry someone else the moment I pass on."

Cars sped past me, caught up in the bustle of the city. I suddenly had a thought. Would Mom and Dad feel sad if I died? Eyes unfocused, I walked toward the center of the road.

Lauren 'I wonder when will my grandson come, he said he will visit me after school is over, it's going to be another long day I guess I will sleep' As I close my eyes I was suddenly surrounded by darkness and I was slowly losing my consciousness I suddenly started cursing in my head 'fucking death can't even let me meet my family one last time' After I die I feel nothing but its still weird that I can still think I start to freak out then suddenly everything turns white and in front of me there is a middle age man smiling, I took a minute to calm my self down. Lauren "May I know who are you?" God "Some call me God, Some call me the creator but it is up to you to decide who I am to you" After listening to him Lauren was shocked to the core, he started to question himself and also look at the Man before him, no matter how much he thought he only had one answer 'Yes I am Dead and God is standing in front of me', he suddenly went to my knees in front of him

Austin’s body hit the ground with a loud thump. Weather, Prince Bo, and Prince Brayden gasped loudly. Agatha was shocked. The God of Death grumbled at Austin, “There! Happy now? We did what you wanted. So... stop causing me trouble." Everyone was confused bywhat the God of Death is saying. They didn't understand why he was talking to Austin as if he was still alive. The God of Death waved his hand at Austin and said, “Go back to where you belong!” “Owwww,” groaned Austin. He slowly stirred on the ground.

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

replied the god of death and life with a smile and a small laugh. "What? Dead? How could a god like you die? Aren't you the ruler of life and death? How could you die?" asked Long Chen with a shocked expression. From what he knew, a god like the god of death could not possibly die so easily. But now why was he telling Long Chen that he had died? This was truly unbelievable to Long Chen.

I should start searching for my prey, who should it be? I remember the werewolves' battle cry, Hakuna Matata. How could they say that when they don't know if God himself is true? There is no evidence of God, so whose hands are they leaving everything? They should start worrying because I don't know if the God they were saying will hold on to their hands. They should grip it because everything will be bloody and it will start now. Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth. 'Oh… You know, God is great, perfect and full of love! The idea that when one dies, he stays in the grave, the end of his existence, his consciousness is appalling, terrible. It’s a great thing that life continues.’ Her eyes held his lovingly, happiness beating in her chest.