One Thousand Years Of Death Novels & Stories

On the other hand, the leader of the Dark Organization, mister Colza, is scanning the area as he stated, "Oh my, the King is serious already. Well, I trust them, they will succeed no matter how huge the obstacle may the King throws at them. I know it, they will scatter a thousand truths in the whole world. The time will come. The reign of a thousand truths," After he stated that, he released a green aura that ranged 5 meters from his feet towards his enemies from the government and as well as the dead people that the King had summoned. He immediately slammed the dead people who advanced at him because it won't kill the dead people, they will be the prey. Then, he summoned a huge ax that has

Doom continues to speak, sneering with his voice making me nauseated. “But nothing gives me satisfaction that we will have you cloaked and buried in here for ten years. I can’t wait for the enjoyment I will be having. “The enjoyment that your misery will give me in those ten long years. I will dance happily to your pain. Even after those ten long years. That will still not be the best part for me. “The best part for me is that after ten years of your misery and misfortune, by the time we get you out of the grave, we will give you the final present. We then kill you finally once and for all.

There were about hundreds of core members in each generation, but there were more than a thousand urns here, which meant that almost all the core members had died. In this world, true experts could live for more than a thousand years. It was a bit strange that the core members didn't survive. If Saint-level experts died within 800 years and Semi God Realm experts died within 1,000 years, most of them didn't have a good ending and died an unnatural death. As far as Ding Hao knew, more than 80% of the nine generations of the Ding family's core royal members were in the Saint Realm, and nearly 100 of them had reached the Semi God Realm.

That would not be good for Olivia. Jacqueline, whose hands were still chained, grinned at Olivia. "Olivia, I win." "Not so fast." "Still trying to deny reality? No one can save you today. There's a Deathsting Bug behind you. We cultivated it with hundreds of poisons for more than ten years. It knows how to read people too."

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives. "Caroline, you must hate me." I turned to see Emery. He had come to his children's funeral after all. The man standing before me looked unrecognizable. He was unkempt, and his clothes were hanging loosely on him. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged a decade. His eyes were hollow. They were filled only with exhaustion and sorrow. He mumbled, "In our past life, I caused your death. In this one, I almost sent you to prison. You risked everything to save my children, and I treated you like a criminal."

He lived in agony, tormented by illness and haunted by memories of me. As for me, my body grew more and more transparent. I took one last lingering look at the world I once cherished. “Goodbye, my brothers. I’m going to a world where you don’t exist.”

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

That's when I smiled. Looks like she's the Guardian of Soul of these centuries. The 2000th centuries, Guardian of Soul. "Dean, please listen to me. Don't go to your office just for today." That's when I gasped for breath. In fact, no matter what a person does to avoid their death, nothing will happen, he will not die today. He will also die the next day because that is the design of death. They would just give the death compiler a lot of work for what they were doing and they would bother us, who still had to hunt for fifteen souls per day and ten at night. Let's say we don't sleep and rest but don't they know that it took a long time to make death notes and reports to be forwarded to the mi