His Majesty's Collection

Hockett always thought that if "killing" was one kind of fate, then "being killed" was another kind of fate, so he would always die in a corner, by someone, with a bullet or a dagger. But until then, he can have some fun with Death. The black giant scythe drew a sharp arc in mid-air. When the arc stopped, the blade was pointing at Hockett. Opposite him, the man smiled. "Abandoned corpses in the wilderness are always pitiful. But I already know your name and motto. I will at least build a monument for you and engrave them on it. What do you think?" At this moment, Hockett knew that his fate had come. The openly sinister X can only admit that he is unlucky Original name: No Heroes The same slow-burning article Intention: