The Deathless Manhwa Novels & Stories

She said in Chinese. "Don't worry. You're totally dead, no doubt" Lucus said in Chinese as he wrote the date and time of her death into the book. Then, the girl looked at her dead body laying behind her. "Lee Min Wong, Age; 16 years, Cause of death; neck fracture and internal bleeding, died on 18th day of October, 20XX" "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm Lucus, the angel of death" Lucus said with a smile "Shall we go?" He asked as he brought his hand forward.

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"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

But what Xiao Chen didn’t know was that naming a mythical beast would cause it to evolve by drawing qi from Xiao Chen himself. That’s why, while Xiao Chen was riding on Shou’s back, his head spun for a moment before he finally felt extremely exhausted even though he hadn’t done anything. He didn’t know what was happening, but as he felt the energy in his body weakening, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and tried to draw energy back into his body. However, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that what he was drawing in wasn’t ordinary qi, but death qi—said to be the qi of creatures that had already died. The living cannot possess such qi; only the dead can possess the kind of qi that Xiao Chen had just

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Venessa’s eyes rolled back as her body went limp, collapsing to the floor. Blowing a pink bubble of gum, Delilah tilted her head with mock pity. “Sorry, darling. I’ll be taking back my place tonight.” She pouted, then smirked. “This is where your hell begins.” Behind her, Death stepped into the house like a shadow. He slung Venessa’s unconscious body over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A golden entry pass slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. Delilah picked it up, brushing imaginary dust off it before trailing after Death with a smirk.

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!”

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

Who else would be so extravagant to book the place for an entire month in advance? Julius led me to a room. After loosening his tie, he placed his hands on his hips. I had to admit, the guy was good-looking. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist…he made me dizzy. After spending months surrounded by handsome men, I had almost become immune to such charms, but when it came to Julius, I couldn't help it. "What... What do you want from me?" I asked. He smirked. "That’s what I should be asking you. Faking your death to fool everyone and then dragging my mom into this nonsense too. You've got some nerve."

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.