CHAPTER 829: CHAPTER 3: THE LOGIC OF DEATH

"Everyone I knew from my hometown was blown to pieces by soldiers from those small countries. The girl I liked was beaten to death by her husband after getting married. I cried as I stabbed him with a knife, then got caught and beaten to death by his family. Then I came back to life and fought with his family again, only to die once more, and then revive again, getting up to fight the family’s servants! Over and over! I lost count of how many times I fought, but eventually I killed them all, and yet I still couldn’t die..."

The Death Lord exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, stomping it beneath his foot while furiously scratching at his head as if trying to tear his scalp off,

"At first, I was quite happy to realize I couldn’t die; I wanted to do everything, I had so many desires... But later, I found it was truly exhausting, never being able to die. I started becoming more like those members of the Death Cult, wishing for an early release to the afterlife. So, I joined this damn society and got this damn manual, learning a lot of things from the Cardinal of Destiny, hoping to escape the mortal world’s sea of suffering sooner. That’s why I know so much—she told me it all..."

The Death Lord laughed mockingly and kicked the [Death Completion Manual] to the ground. As the book flipped open to the first few pages, Fisher saw no words on it because he was not the manual’s owner,

"After anticipating for so long, the first page of this cursed manual says, ’This manual will teach you the secrets to escape death’... Ha, it’s rendered me speechless. Fraud! This is downright fraud! I’m like a monkey toyed with by that dead woman, the Cardinal of Destiny! This time, she said there might be a Death Rune in your possession, an item that can absolutely bring death. Even after it’s used, you’re likely to receive clues related to death, which is why I’m here."

In other words, the Death Lord himself didn’t know how he was exempt from death, but it was likely due to a mistake by He Ya, as He Ya is a unique deity without self-awareness and therefore should not pay special attention to any life, leaving the only plausible explanation of someone else intervening.

At that moment, Fisher’s brain, which had become somewhat lazy due to death, suddenly began to operate at full speed again, and he realized a problem.

Elliog said this Death Rune was crafted by the Demon God Agares. Judging from her vague descriptions, it seemed that the demon directly stole a fragment of the Authority of death from He Ya...

But here’s the problem, the demons are all locked beneath the Abyss, severely restricted in power. Even Elliog can only traverse the world with a Fourteenth Rank soul, and as the Death Lord described, He Ya’s Authority is immensely difficult to challenge. All things considered, Agares shouldn’t be able to maintain his peak state, so how could he steal death and produce a Death Rune?

The only possibility is that he had help in the Abyss from others, like the true Mythical Creature Paimon still walking the earth, having avoided the war’s reckoning. But even Paimon, at Nineteen Ranks, could they accomplish such a feat?

The topic returned to the Demon Species that terrified Emhardt, and Fisher suddenly remembered the matters in the Northern Realm, pondering whether the calculation against the Phoenix Species formed the base or not.

Yet Fisher vaguely felt something was amiss, like why did Paimon gift that painting to the Moon Princess? Was it truly just to appease her? What deeper logic and purpose were behind Paimon’s removal of the base? Having hidden within the Turand Family for so many years, surely they didn’t do nothing, so where did Valentina’s mother get the strange Dream Magic they created?

In those brief considerations, he first began to truly comprehend the terrifying nature of Demon God Paimon that caused Emhardt such dread; he arrived at no answers without any substantial clues as support, failing to grasp any lead, forcing him to temporarily bring his focus back to the present predicament,

"Ahem... So, the death affecting me now is for humans, and if I find a Twentieth Rank existence, I can rid myself of it, right?"

The Death Lord lifted his head, voice hoarse,

"Yes, but it must be an existence skilled in this path, as emphasized repeatedly by the Cardinal of Destiny and myself. She seemed to know we would have this conversation long ago... Anyway, if you encounter such an existence, could you ask them if they can send me away too? Or, if you find the one who made the Death Rune, could you ask them if they can make another to send me off?"

Fisher rubbed his brow, speechless, unsure if it was an illusion, as if this guy, after so much drinking, seemed to be getting drunk now. It appeared that aside from being exempt from death, the Death Lord’s other functions remained unaffected; he was just like any other human.

At this moment, he recalled Erwin’s words before dying, warning him to be cautious of the Creation Society’s words. After pausing for a moment, he asked,

"By the way, can you tell me everything you know about the Creation Society? Shouldn’t the Cardinal of Destiny allow that?"