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The God of Death stood quietly in the kingdom of the gods with his reborn body. He looked around and saw enemies everywhere. As a last resort, he had to pick up a sharp sword, kill through the void, break through the abyss, and strangle the evil God King and Emperor in the palm of his hand. Finally, he stood on the bank of the River Styx, drew his sword and looked around. There were no enemies around him. It turned out that the once majestic peaks had been trampled under his feet. Life is short, but it should not be extinguished. What I want to do is to ignite their flames and let them bloom in the most beautiful colors on this road from life to death. Let them sing the dirge that everyone sings on the River Styx. Death is so calm and so crazy. Death is both an angel and a demon. So I love death and I hate death. --God of Death An Yu