why the god of the world

Ayn Rand broke off an iron rod and threw it at Death.

The metal stick spun half a circle sharply in the air, and through the body of the god of death by sprinting at high speed.

There was a crisp sound as cold metal fell to the unmoving floor.

Death sat still, unmoving.

"Who are you?" Ayn Rand asked.

"I am the god of death."

"Creator God?"

"Hmm." The god of death shook his head, "God is death, who lives in the dark and never shows up. We are the messengers of the gods, specially harvesting the souls that have reached the end and letting them blend into the sea of ​​souls to ensure the normal operation of this world. "

Ayn Rand understood, "You are the god of death."

Reaper: "..." He has always felt that he is dressed like this, holds such a weapon, and makes such a voice when he speaks. As long as he is a person with a little common sense, he must be able to recognize him in an instant. grim Reaper.However, in just one day today, there are actually two people who don't know him.

Lord Reaper leaned his head on the sickle and closed himself.

He was covered in black, even if he was depressed, no one could tell.

"What do you come to see me for?" Ayn Rand frowned, looking at him with hostility.

"I'm just investigating." The god of death said it should be reasonable, "I came to this city according to my work log, and everyone here is going to die. Everyone in the city is on my list, except you .”

Hearing this, An Rand felt relieved. He simply walked into the room and closed the door.

Reaper looked at him in surprise, he had never seen a human being take the initiative to lock himself and Reaper into an airtight space.

Ayn Rand rummaged around in the room, and finally found a cup to catch water. "Do you drink water?" He kindly asked Death.

Death gripped his sickle tightly and shook his head.

Ayn Rand poured a glass of water, raised his head, drank half of the glass in one breath, and then sat down opposite Death.

Reaper blocked his view with a scythe.

"My name is Ayn Rand." Ayn Rand told him.

Death nodded, "That's the name, it's not on my list."

"I'm not from this town." Ayn Rand said, "So I'm not your target, you don't have to take my soul away. If the god of death, he will only take away the people on his roster."

"Yes."

"I'm not in your roster, I don't belong to your job, so you can leave."

Death murmured.

Ayn Rand was puzzled, "Do you have any questions?"

"But the order I received was to take everyone in the town."

Ayn Rand looked at the die-hard Grim Reaper rather annoyed. "Do you know the names of all the people here?"

Reaper nodded.

Ayn Rand almost wanted to laugh, why is this god of death so honest. "I want to ask you about someone."

It was the first time Death God heard that a human being wanted to ask him about someone. He coughed, and then pretended to respond: "Who?"

Ayn Rand spit out the person's name without hesitation, "Kami."

This name really surpassed Death's expectations, and he couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

"You know!" Ayn Rand raised his voice.

The god of death saw him getting excited, and immediately pointed the side of the sickle at him. "What do you want from him?"

Dishonesty is the advantage of a world raider.

"He owes me money." Ayn Rand lied. "I came to this city after him. If I find him, he can leave immediately."

"I don't want you to leave." Death said, "After all, this city is not mine."

"But you stay here."

"Wait for everyone to die." The death god said cruelly, but his tone was innocent.

Ayn Rand still wants to get news about Kami.

The god of death is still worrying about his work, "The roster says that everyone will die, but it is not clearly written. How everyone will die, I am really troubled."

Ayn Rand pointed to himself, "Hello."

"Huh?" Death looked over.

An Rand said with a blank expression: "I can help you kill people, if you help me find Kami."

Because of his words, a trading table was quickly set up in the small room, and the god of death and the human beings sat on both sides. The human beings drew up a contract and pushed it in front of the god of death.

Reaper lowered his head, and under the brim of his black hat was an invisible face.

He might be a white bone, some kind of indescribable monster, or a dying old man.

Darkness is the terrifying unknown.

Death made a strange laugh, "Are you going to make a deal with me? Human." This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

Ayn Rand didn't care. "What if I say yes?"

"It doesn't matter." Reaper grinned. "as you wish."

Death signed the contract.

Ayn Rand put down his glass.

Death stood up, "But I don't know how reliable you are, try it first." He took out a black book from his sleeve, flipped through a few pages, and made a mark on it. "The next person to die is called Antonio Bullock."

Ayn Rand memorized the name. "Then when will you tell me where Kami is?"

"He is in this city." Death did not hide this matter.

Ayn Rand was thinking about it, so if he went to find it directly, he wouldn't bother this god of death.

"But only I know where he is." The God of Death seemed to have seen Ayn Rand's plan, and directly cut off his thoughts. "You just go, when the people in the city are dying, you will naturally be able to see him."

Ayn Rand agreed. "This city... why did it all die?" He was still curious about this matter.

Reaper's scythe moved slightly away from his face, and he raised his face.

Ayn Rand thought she could see his face.

But inside the black hat, there was still a piece of black.Reaper stretched out his hand, and the black glove reached into the hat, seeming to brush his hair. "This is a sinful city." He briefly introduced, "The god of light has come here, the god of redemption has come here, the god of preaching has come here, they all settled here and wanted to save the residents. However, they None of them succeeded in changing them. They live on the edge of the world, in the middle of the desert. Even so, sin is like water. Once it flows, it will have a chance to flow into the river. So, I was sent to give them death .”

It was a sudden death, so he didn't know how to handle it well.

In ancient times, a meteorite fell and destroyed the dinosaurs.He could do the same, if he could find a meteorite and knock him down.

In ancient times, there was also the practice of God drowning the sinful city, but unfortunately this is a desert, and the operation is slightly more difficult.

In the middle world, the Black Death swept across the continent and wiped out a large number of people.He can do that too, but he still needs to find the virus.

The god of death is very lazy, he wants to sit still, everyone dies obediently, and then he hooks everyone's soul with a sickle, and they line up one by one, just like elementary school students going to school, following Behind them, go to the sea of ​​soul together.

The dream is so beautiful that the god of death is not even willing to open his eyes and face reality.

"If you can do it." Grim Reaper looked at the outsider, "You can find anyone you want."

Ayn Rand nodded.

"If you want to do something for me." The god of death tore a page from his roster. "This is your changing body now, some messages from Miller Bieber, please."

Ayn Rand reached out to pick up the paper.

The Grim Reaper watched his hand reach out, and let it go immediately, letting the paper fall to the floor.

Ayn Rand: "...You guy, did you do it on purpose?" He raised his eyebrows, his tone not good.

Death took hold of his scythe.

Ayn Rand sighed and bent down to pick up the paper. "Still, what are the rules for your god of death, such as not being able to touch humans." Because of the cooperation, Ayn Rand wanted to find out his eccentricities first.

Death shook his head. "Of course we can touch human beings. People who get the kiss of death can even escape the punishment of any god of death in the future and gain eternal life."

Ayn Rand picked up the paper and stood up again. He found that this god of death was shorter than him.So he looked at the top of his head and made a disdainful voice, "Don't worry, no one wants to kiss a lump of black coal."

Reaper was displeased, but was too lazy to explain.

"So, goodbye, human." He was about to leave, "I hope you can be of some use, and when you kill him, I will appear again."

Ayn Rand watched him leave.

He is dressed so black, can he see the road clearly?

Just when Ayn Rand had such a question, the god of death tripped over the threshold when he was going out.

Ayn Rand: "..."

Is he the only one who knows where Kami is?

Ayn Rand pinched his chin and began to think about the meaning of this sentence.Is Kaya hiding somewhere only Shinigami knows?

After leaving the outsiders, the god of death continued to walk in the city with his scythe in his arms.

If the god of death doesn't want to show up, no one will be able to notice his existence at all.

So he walked calmly on the street.

People don't know it, but when he walks by, everyone feels eerie. Flowers will wither when they touch him, and animals will grow old quickly when they touch him.

But whoever can get the kiss of death can get eternal life.

"Nina, come here." On the side of the street, a smoking woman grabbed the hair of a passing blond woman. Her tone was extremely relaxed, contrary to the movements of her hands.

The blond woman frowned in pain as she pulled her hair. "What's the matter?" she asked weakly.

The woman removed the butt of the cigarette she was smoking and puffed into the blond woman's face. "Didn't I tell you? Don't seduce my husband."

The Grim Reaper passed by, knew her crime, and was jealous.

Nina let out a crisp laugh, "I will always come, you know."

The god of death also knows her crime, lust/desire.

The woman grinned, then pulled off her collar and bit her ear. "I'd like to see how open you are to anyone."

Grim Reaper covered his blushing face and ran away quickly.

Sure enough, as they said, the city where humans live is too dangerous, and he must hold his sickle to protect himself.