Solo Levelling Artist Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good. My life was on a schedule that was directed by the master. He wasn't against relationships between mates as long as it didn't affect the job we were assigned to and that was why I allowed myself to become a close partner with Audrey. I wouldn't call us friends, I was reputed to be a cold-hearted being with no emotions so how could I have friends? I cared for her and she was the only thing I allowed myself to indulge on till

"I never lie to the dead." Pablo was exasperated, and he pointed at Solana, saying, "You're both mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivators. Do you think you can win against me by teaming up with this woman who can't even stand properly? Dream on! You're all worthless!" Caspian supported Solana to the side, and he walked back, looking at Pablo. Then, he slowly raised the Ghoul-Locker Spear in his hand. "You're wrong! We're not going to team up, but I can kill you by myself."

“There’s no enough time to ponder, Zev. If you want to break the curse, you should kill her.” “You’re so eager to have her and me die, huh? What made you think that dying would be the best thing for her… when all she did was struggle to keep stay alive?” Zev glared at Levius with extreme animosity. “… I don’t know your reasons as to why you’re desperate, Levius. But whatever it is, I’ve already made up my mind. Layla will be with me until the end of time. And I mean to say that even after death, she’ll always be with me.”

"I'm taking my brother home." The comments began popping up again. "Am I the only one who thinks Daniel's life has been tragic? Even if the three female leads love him, the damage they caused is real." "I agree. Their attempts to make up for it came way too late." "What more do you want? The female leads already love him a lot!" I watched Elena and the others coldly. Then I heard the system's voice. "Host detected as deceased. Do you wish to be transported back to your own world?"

"Yeah, if he didn't calculate the data, how did he know there was a problem?" "A life for a life! I heard the student who died was about to start his PhD program." I saw all the harsh comments directed at me and watched as Logan and Kaley falsely accused me. At that moment, I no longer understood the point of my rebirth. Did I come back to save them… or to save myself? I had saved them this time, but would my ending be the same as in my previous life?

Word spread fast, and everyone had something to say. "Moon Goddess, it's horrible." "I knew it. Killers pass their evil down through the bloodline." "Those poor victims. My heart breaks for them." Lucian pulled through. They'd gotten to him in time, and his body started healing—slowly, but it was working. On the day of the blood judgment, Ethan buried me next to Julian and Aurora under the moon oak in the pack cemetery. He knelt in front of my headstone and bowed his head.

" Two more youths entered just then, reciting some strange poetry. However, as if their words were somehow magical, the hall was abruptly silent, and the countless youths, including Tia, Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley, were staring at them. And yet they continued gliding forward, one of them holding a book while the other a huge paintbrush. "The one with the brush is Yaren Gosling. People call him the death painter, since it's alleged that his paintings kill…" Tia whispered to Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley as she gave them the details. "And the one with the book is Chuck of the Leafil clan, also known as the Death Scholar! Both of them are close friends, and powerful Haki cultivators at that!"

It could be one of my dolls, a piece of jewelry I wore frequently, or even a photograph. But Gerald had forgotten. My dolls had been torn apart as punishment, and they had given my jewelry to Sophia. And my photos? They had burned every single one of them after our arguments. As the thought resurfaced, Gerald's world collapsed. No longer able to endure the devastation, he ran headlong into the wall, instantly killing himself. Gary watched Gerald die before his eyes and, unable to withstand the trauma, he fainted. When he finally woke up, his mind was gone. I watched him scream my name endlessly in the infirmary, lost in madness, and I sighed.

I lay on the floor, pain burning in my abdomen, shock dragging a shred of reason back into my head. No. 99 raised his axe. "You're way too emotional right now. You'll never find the real exit in this state. This run is already a bust; better to end it early and save your energy for the next one." "What do you mean?" "I mean…" The blade flashed down. "Go die and cool off." Agony overwhelmed me. [Sixth loop over. Player has died.] I was on my seventh loop. My eyes flew open. I jolted upright in bed like a corpse clawing its way out of the grave.