"Am I dead?" A clear, melodious and childish female voice sounded in the never-ending darkness, and a halo enveloped a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl. She had a pair of phoenix eyes that could see through people's hearts, a small nose, and red lips. She was like a little angel left in the world who was not a human being.
"Yes, you are dead." A strong and masculine voice without any emotion came into the girl's ears,
"Oh, so who are you?"
"The God of Death." The God of Death was slightly surprised that the girl only said "Oh" after knowing what he meant.
"Oh, so you can control people's life and death, right?" The girl asked expectantly.
"Yes, I can, I can make the dead return to the world and continue to live." The last words of the God of Death made the girl's eyes as bright and full of hope as the sun,
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