Solo Levelling Artist Death Novels & Stories

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.

DEATHS ╔═══════════════╗ ♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

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.

“No prank, newbie. You’re dead.” “Bullshit.” He shrugged. “You’ll figure it out soon enough.” “Okay, fine,” I said, crossing my arms. “Let’s say I am dead. Why the hell am I on a bus headed to God knows where? And what happens if I don’t play your stupid little game?” He leaned closer. “Then you die. Eternal soul destructional final death. There's no coming back from that one, newbie.” Something in his tone that made my stomach twist. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. He wasn't fucking around.

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”