Solo Levelling Artist Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Conversations, whispers, and sighs filled the air. I squeezed through the crowd and immediately spotted Isaac kneeling on the ground. His employee badge still hung around his neck, and his laptop bag lay beside him. He looked as though he had just rushed back from work. His hair was a mess, and his face was streaked with tears and snot. He held the blood-soaked body in his arms and sobbed as if the world was collapsing around him. "Mom, wake up! Please wake up! How could you leave me like this? I'm sorry! This is all my fault! I never should've left! If I hadn't, that bitch never would've pushed you off the building!"

Tsk! @DeathWish

He turned his attention back to the men of levine. "What are your plans against Narlands? What do your kingdom plan to do next?" The Death lord asked them. "We do not know! Please spare out lives! We were just following orders," They cried out. The Death lord stretches his hands forward and one of his guards placed a small pistol on his hands. "Then you are not useful I guess," He spat out shooting both men at the forehead. He took in a deep breath, then turned his attention back to Diana. "What do Levine plan to do next?" He asked her.

He lowered his gaze and I took deep breaths. Death Judge is one of the highest positions a person can hold in a region. Every region had a Death Judge except Normous because no one had passed the requirements or the ability to do so. Since no one did, the emperor claimed the position, which made his responsibility much heavier than before. A Death Judge can do a lot. Sometimes, when the judge was more intelligent than expected, he could be more powerful than the emperor. The power it has cannot be described by words, but the steps toward that position will never be easy. Many died, many gave up, so others wasted no more time to reach that goal. However, someone could fall if that power wasn’

"It was you! You're the curse that killed him!" Several bodyguards struggled to pull her away, but she continued to scream hysterically. "If Lorenzo hadn't taken that legendary pistol, he never would have aimed for a deathmatch of that level! You baited him into a death match!" "He doesn't have our grandfather's skills as a marksman! He took a superior weapon and got himself killed on the draw! You did this on purpose!" I stood frozen, a ringing in my ears. The attending doctor took off his blood-soaked gloves and walked over, his expression grim.

“The Death Weaver is more powerful than the Void Lord. He feeds on death—every life he takes makes him stronger.” Cole and Lila flew into the sky, their power from the Tree of Life carrying them. The Death Weaver saw them coming and smiled, raising his hand. A wave of death energy shot out, striking them. Cole cried out as the cold energy seeped into his body, but Lila’s light wrapped around him, pushing it back.

I had tears in my eyes as I hugged my mother and Adara. “Levi,” Regen said, shaking his shoulders but his body just slumped forward more. I turned to look at Levi and the smile disappeared from my face. I knelt down in front of him and lifted his head as his lifeless eyes stared back at me. Death stood behind him and he smirked as I looked up at him. “I asked them who would stay and Levi pushed them all out and chose himself,” Death said to me. “You son of a bitch!” I yelled at him and tackled him back into his own realm.

It should have been nearly impossible for anyone else to reach this level of mastery in death techniques within ten years, but Xiao Chen was clearly an exception to what he had assumed. “Damn it, you think I’m afraid of you? Let’s fight again, you bastard!” Xiao Chen shouted angrily and immediately exchanged blows with the six-armed bear, who seemed determined to defeat Xiao Chen in their one-on-one duel. “Hahahaha, he reached the tenth level in twenty years and was even able to perfect a lower-tier god armor for himself. Truly extraordinary talent—no wonder that bastard is afraid of this kid!” said a figure on the lowest level of the Land of Death, or the Underworld, known as the realm of t

"Do you know how dangerous that place is? When the scaffolding fell on her, she was still clutching the 300 dollars she'd just been paid. She kept calling your name, saying now she could buy you another toilet bowl!" The impassioned speech made a few distant relatives tear up. The onlooking reporters and fans also began pointing at me and whispering among themselves. "Oh my god, is that true? That's so cold!" "He'd abandon his own mother for money?" "He's definitely the most ungrateful player in esports." I listened to all the murmurs, my face expressionless. "So what? She went and got herself killed. What's that got to do with me?" No sooner had the words left my mouth than a loud slap land

"I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!" I didn't reply. Instead, I took a few screenshots of our conversation and sent them to the group chat. The exhausted players' tempers exploded the moment they saw the screenshots. "I didn't expect Frank to be such a bastard. He actually killed all his teammates just to curry favor with Molly." "I guess his righteous demeanor had been a farce all along!" "Look, Hailey, Sasha, and Louis. Your good friend, Frank, killed all of his own teammates just to survive."