Solo Levelling Author Died Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “You understand that what you carry will increase,” I continue, “and that no dispersion will be offered.” He inclines his head slightly. “I have never dispersed it,” he says. “I was not designed to.” That is true. The system does not punish Death. It relies on him to absorb what others cannot. He has always done so without question. Until now. Because now, there is something he will not allow the system to touch. “You have placed yourself between the weave and a variable it cannot correct,” I say.

"I have experienced life. And what you offer is no different from death." Doyen Pavel answered softly. He finished one bottle of spirit liquor and closed his eyes afterwards. It never opened again. Only a smile was left on his face as he made peace with his regrets and desires completely. Thus, a 10th Level Divine Rank Immortal fell in this empty space. His silent passing was known to nobody, save for the man who took great delight in his triumph. This war had taken an eternity to conclude. To battle against an immortal of his level was certainly a rarity these days.

Armani irritatedly uttered at Raphael. Raphael felt his exasperation ignite and took slow steps towards them. "Is Lev dead?"He asked with curious brows. "Of course Lev is dead. What sort of dumb question is that!"Armani flared up, bolting up from his seat. Dante gave a short laugh. "Are you sure papa" Micheal stroked his unshaved beards. "Why are you both asking about Lev. You both know the story well enough. Lev died along with Andrei"

He could not draw another breath when his body slammed right before Bryn Osborne. ‘Is he dead?! ‘He’s actually dead?!’ Everyone was totally mind-blown. No one had a clue how to react to what they just saw. Layton was the leader of a sacred martial arts training ground! A God of War! An expert martial artist! And yet he died just like that?! This… Zaid Surrey, Calvin Lowe, Adler Lowe, Osman Bowie, and the others were stunned. They did not know how to react as well. Bryn and Alani Carlson were in complete disbelief.

"John, you went to North Westonia for air defense research. You're a specially recruited talent. Why didn't you tell me? This is all a misunderstanding. If I knew about it, I wouldn't have." I frowned and interrupted her, "No matter who I was or what I was doing in North Westonia, as my wife, you shouldn't have lied and declared me dead, nor transferred away my assets and hurt my family." Seeing her miserably pale face, I added, "The only reason you've ended up like this today is because of your bad character. You have long wanted to cheat on our marriage. It has nothing to do with me."

Perhaps it was related to his upbringing since he was little. “Since he's been hiding his skills, how did you know about it?” Thomas asked again. Mateo answered, “I didn’t know it at first, but I realized something strange later. Levant played up to one thousand rounds of a game, but the data showed 0-0-0! In each round, he never killed other players, he never died, and he also never provided support.”

"Sad?" "About his mate's death? It wasn't exactly recent that she apparently drowned when they were on vacation, or something like that, but I remember him recovering quickly. It's a real shame,” Lev sighs gently, looking particularly uncomfortable with admitting that. Interesting, I don’t remember hearing about that. Maybe it’s because I don’t pay much attention to those in power.

3:25 Lev: Ahh, Sofia 🙄 M: Hey, what happened? Lev: I got that bro, I'm taking a rest😏😅 Da: Lev, you will kill her man, go to work we need her alive 😒 Lev: Fine😒 M: I'm outside Da: You won't rest?😧 M: I will when I see her Lev: I'll be quick So: focus, please🤨 Lev: it's my job guys, shut up🤫

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, so intense that even my soul trembled. All these years had passed, and Mom still couldn't forgive me. I was the one who killed Dad. I deserved to die a thousand times over. Years ago, my aunt and uncle died in an accident, leaving my cousin Freya an orphan. Dad felt sorry for her. She was alone in the world, so he took her in. But Freya and I never got along. We were always arguing over the smallest thing. Three years ago, on a rainy night, we had a huge fight. Furious, Freya ran out of the house.