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The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

Chapter 41: The Third Eye ​The sky didn't just darken; it screamed. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings vibrated through the humid air of Life Zero. The Reapers—sleek, black drones shaped like mechanical wasps—descended in a suffocating cloud. Their red optical sensors flickered like a swarm of angry stars, locking onto the silver heat radiating from Julian’s skin. ​"Stay behind me!" Julian roared. ​He slammed his fists together, and a massive dome of silver light erupted, a shield so bright it carved the shadows out of the jungle. But the Reapers didn't crash into it. They hovered, their mechanical stingers extending, pulsing with a disruptive blue frequency.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

How could a race like this exist on Earth at all? A closed-off Jayzepan had bred a group of utterly twisted, inhuman monsters. Without hesitation, Ray headed straight into the vast sea. After setting a direction, he advanced without deviation. Before nightfall, he successfully made landfall. Soon after, the sun set and thick fog rose. But Ray was completely unaffected. He moved through the darkness like a ghost. 'From this moment on, I am the Reaper of souls. Anyone who encounters me—good or evil, man or woman, old or young—will have only one fate.'

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

The Reaper's Last Mission Long ago, reapers in this world put a balance between life and death. Bringing the souls of the living to the world of the dead. And those who had a sinful life but had a reformed soul at their last breath on Earth, were given another chance to go back to the Earth and live the life they deserved rather than go straight to the ‘No Returned Place’. To receive this second chance, they must fulfill a duty, an act of service to help the Earth be a better place for the living. That is to be a reaper and reap the souls that shouldn’t no longer stay on the earth.

The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low. Viper leans in, intensity etched on his face. "Salena, we need your complete cooperation. Any misstep can expose us. We require detailed information about your mate's routines, vulnerabilities, and potential witnesses." I gulp, feeling the weight of the situation pressing upon me. "I... I can provide you with the necessary details. But please, ensure no harm comes to anyone else. Just my mate," I stammer, my guilt and fear intertwining. Reaper's cold gaze pierces through me as he delivers a chilling response. "Our duty is to follow orders. We won't deviate from the plan unless ab

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;

He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world, "I am a Stalza. And if you know about us," he said in a funny informing tone, "if you know then you would also know that we are anything but sweet and gullible people." He finished his little speech. She could not belive him at all. She was scared with sweat dripping off from her face and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shuddering and he was busy in boasting about himself. "He is dangerous. They are dangerous." A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight.