You wake up to nothing you don't have hands you don't have a body all you have is your thoughts. Are you dead? No, not many truly die.
This is a story about a man or creature doesn't matter what you call it. Because he is a god of death not "death" But true death. What's true death? It's ################ hmm? Oh a mere human can not understand that. Well not that it matters.
Let me start this story then. Contexts Ch1-100ish game fantasy Ch100ish-200ish cultivation world or Mutant world Ch200ish-300ish a vote to decide
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After all you are still dead | 6 | Scribble Hub | ||
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After all you are still dead | 5 | Scribble Hub | ||
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After all you are still dead | 4 | 4.1 Fixes ,skills explained, Mana purity explained | Scribble Hub | |
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After all you are still dead | 4 | Chapter-4 You can't kill what is already dead. | Scribble Hub | |
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After all you are still dead | 3 | Chapter-3 No Age No Race No obligation | Scribble Hub | |
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After all you are still dead | 2 | Chapter-2 its a start | Scribble Hub | |
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After all you are still dead | The End of the beginning. | Scribble Hub | ||
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After all you are still dead | Discontinued and New Start | Scribble Hub | ||
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After all you are still dead | Sorry | Scribble Hub | ||