Solo Levelling Artist Death Novels & Stories

"But because... if I killed you, I'm afraid it would dirty my hands." The light in Lucas's eyes extinguished instantly. He collapsed to the floor like a husk drained of its soul, looking exceptionally ridiculous and desolate in the lightning flashes.

Needless to say, Denise and her group are getting desperate. There's no guarantee if opening up the shop and buying an extra life can save her from getting eliminated now. Not when the system upgrade last season made it clear to a point that the game has leveled up even more stricter settings. It's because of what happened to Ezekiel. Even after finishing the game, the shards of his soul remain because of his lack of an Ai system. He's the only player who doesn't have an Ai like Vivien. He is too arrogant, telling everyone that he doesn't need one.

It sounded like thunder, ringing across the starry sky! Spencer, who was listening to Leigh's conversation from not far away, was completely stunned. What did he just hear? Severin killed Derek, the young master of the Burke Clan? He also killed Halbert Joal, the core disciple of Yellow Ghost Tribe Sacred Land? Wow. Both of them were fifth-level paragons. Since when were Severin able to kill such strong cultivators?

The countless spear intents overlapped, capable of piercing the heavens and shattering mountains! Every time the lion showed signs of counterattacking, Andrius forcefully suppressed it with Tyrant’s Ascendance, interrupting its moves time and time again. As time passed, he completely suppressed this merciless killing machine. “Gulp...” The Immortal Cultivation Alliance members outside the Gate of Living Death swallowed their saliva. “Although Mr. Moonshade is only at the mid Nascent Soul stage, he has many techniques up his sleeves. His spear intent is like a tidal wave sweeping across everything. Incredible!”

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

Alpha Levi picked out those two words from Arista’s speech to repeat, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Arista gritted her teeth, then said, “Fine, if you won’t help me, I won’t help you either. Don’t expect to leave this Illusion Array, then!” Levi laughed as if he had heard a joke. “Little wolf, are you so scared of death that you’re talking nonsense?”

They did not expect Leo to have a Saint level cultivator around him at all. Santino did not realize that Dean Waldo was the person who placed the curse on him. He could not believe that he was a Saint level cultivator. Everything was inferior to a Saint level cultivator. They would not be able to defeat him even if they worked together as three Ambience level cultivators. "Run!" yelled Santino. He formed a longsword in his hand and stood in front of the Zanders. Dean was done casting a spell at that moment. He placed his palms together and yelled, "Death Strike."

“My strength comes from all the people I care about … my people suffering … my family … my friends … and … and Alice.” The pillar broke and shattered as Dethnar slammed against it from Arth’s blow. “I’m impressed …” Dethnar said as he wiped the dark blood on his lips. “Your Empyreal Ability has surpassed the ones I’ve seen from your ancestors …” Arth charged again, but then the demon extended both hands and cast Death Nova. The dark sphere burst out a larger beam, having two times more power, now that Dethnar had his true form. Arth obstructed it, not expecting it would blast him off the tower—and it did.

The smaller creatures were split, some cowering away from the Vlogger, others drawn to the freezer of rotting meat on its back. There was a friction of energy. Content. Food. Survival. A crazy idea, a plan that could only be born from the mind of a Level Up Survival Bachelor, flickered in Bima's thoughts. This was going to be the craziest fight of his life. And he was going to use the Vlogger BOSS, the Twitchers, and even himself as... ...bait for something much bigger, something much crazier, something that would slap Kevin hard across the face.

"Avatars... they respawn. These guys won't." "They are coming to kill your father, Leo," Ren said, his voice cold and sharp. He adjusted the focus on his scope. "They are coming to erase us. Don't think of them as people. Think of them as NPCs on a hardcore server with permadeath enabled. If they breach that ramp, Arthur dies. Maya dies. Do you understand?" Leo swallowed hard. He looked back at the medical bay where his father lay unconscious. His grip on the machine gun tightened until his knuckles turned white.