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*The Rise of the God of Death*  
*— A tale of vengeance, power, and divine reckoning*

In a world where strength defines worth, one outcast dares to defy fate.

Born in the shadows and betrayed by the heavens, *Daimon* walks the path of blood and ash to claim what was stolen from him — his power, his name, and his destiny. From the lowest ranks of forgotten fighters to the terrifying heights of godhood, his rise is marked by broken empires, shattered legends, and the bodies of those who dared to stand in his way.

But the world is not as it seems. Behind the grand tournaments and divine rankings, ancient forces stir. A forgotten war, sealed realms, and a cursed name — *Vand*. As seals begin to fall and truths unravel, Daimon discovers he is more than a warrior… he is a storm carved from vengeance, chosen to bring judgment to gods themselves.

All who challenge him fall.  
All who betray him burn.  
Because when death itself rises, nothing escapes its grasp.

*Enter a saga of betrayal, power, and dark ascension. The God of Death is not born... he is forged.*

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*Dark Fantasy* *Reborn* *Overpowered* *Revenge*

After the lovely reunion of Daimon and his students, Lucy asked,


"I set all of this up so I could kill the dragon," Daimon replied.


"The Ancient Dragon only appears under two conditions: one of its children dies, and the one who killed it is weaker than it," Daimon explained calmly.


Darren's jaw dropped. "So you nearly got the three of us killed just to kill the Ancient Dragon? Gramps has lost it completely!"


Nil shook his head. "It was dangerous and reckless, sure… but if Master did something like that, then it must have been for a reason."


Daimon turned to Darren. "Did you get the horn I told you to get?"


"Yeah," Darren grumbled, "thanks to a certain someone, I nearly died because of it."


Lucy crossed her arms. "You know he can knock you out with one hit, right?"


"Oh yeah, I forgot—your daddy is a God," Darren teased, laughing.


"You bastard!" Lucy shouted, smacking him repeatedly while Darren tried to dodge.


Meanwhile, Nil walked over to Daimon. "So… why did you need the Ancient Dragon?"


"Oh, right. I almost forgot," Daimon muttered. He leapt onto the dragon's massive head. With sheer force, he grabbed hold of the glowing gem embedded in its forehead. The three students watched, stunned, as waves of immense energy pulsed from Daimon. Finally, with one final pull, he tore the gem out. The dragon's enormous body trembled, its mana drained completely, before dissolving into nothing but particles in the wind.


"Woah…" the three of them whispered in awe.


Nil's eyes widened. "What is that thing?"


Daimon's gaze was cold. "A step closer to revenge."


The three looked at each other, confused.


None of them actually understood what Daimon meant.


"So… is that it?" Nil asked cautiously.


"Yeah. We're done here," Daimon replied, removing dust from his shoulders "Let's go."


As Nil and Lucy went to say goodbye to their teachers, Daimon stood silently, staring at the gem pulsing faintly in his hand. Their long training was over. Now, after five years of preparation, a new adventure was about to begin.


Chapter 47 - Chapter 43: New Adventure