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It wasn't easy for a great villain like Cale Barrow who had lived the dream of becoming a White Star to become a god. All his wasted efforts in thousands of years had to be vanished within two years by an unexpected enemy.
[Son, I will give you a chance to atone for your sins. Instead, you must carry out my orders. Are you going to take this chance?]
The God of Death's voice echoed in the silent darkness. After his death was stabbed by Cale Henituse the foe of his destiny, he felt the chill and fear of death itself to the point of disgust.
[Whatever it is because I'm sick of this state]
Having accepted the situation, Barrow carried out the orders of the God of Death, the god he hated for leading him to death.
His orders began when he was reincarnated in a world that was entirely new to him. It is said that he must defeat the hunters and maintain stability in the world. At first, he felt angry after learning that he was one of the pawns created by the hunters to disrupt his world.
"I guess I should give them a fair price after playing with me."
His mind thought about what torture to give the hunter. Barrow was happy to do his job. Because the curse has been lifted, now, he can feel various emotions, feelings, and can appreciate anything without worrying about losing it. Being a big change because of his old age made him realize the goodness around him.
Since his first reincarnation after his crushing death, Barrow has taken on a new appearance. The silky and beautiful silver hair fluttered every time the wind blew. Diamond ruby eyes like blood and a cold and sharp gaze. A handsome face as if carved by a famous artist. His perfect stature with a height of 196 cm adds a beautiful, luxurious yet cold impression that makes him fit to be nicknamed The Northern Duke.
After years of carrying out the orders of the God of Death to improve the world, he had finally come to the end of his life. The funny thing is that the death this time was not due to old age but because it was hit by a truck when it rained heavily.
His last sight was only the headlights of the vehicle shining brightly and the people crowding around him.
"Hey, get an ambulance quickly! This man is dying."
"Is it possible with an injury this severe?"
'If you guys are noisy like this I can't die in peace'. Barrow wept silently after accepting his death so easily because his grudge and duty had now been fulfilled.
"..."
The God of Death was enjoying his tea comfortably in front of him now.
"Aren't I dead? Why am I in front of this god bastard?"
Barrow wondered why he wasn't in the afterlife right now.
"What a pleasant sight after all your success. You even died honorably by being hit by a truck-kun"
The God of Death grin appeared after the second sentence.
"It's an honor to be able to help a majestic existence who can't even intervene when chaos arises and ask for help from a petty villain like me"
Barrow retorted with a smirk as well. There was a brief silence before the God of Death opened his mouth again.
“Anyway, many gods thank you for your services. In exchange I will give you a small gift. Cale Henituse, he is in a very bad state. Would you like to help him?”
"Why should I? And why does he suffer when he has a reliable ally and loves him so much?"
"Anything in excess is always bad, haven't you experienced that yourself?" Barrow flinched slightly at that statement.
"Well, without him I wouldn't have gotten to this point anyway. It's surprising that I've changed a lot and feel grateful to him."
After some of his conversation with the God of Death and information about Cale Henituse and the new world was given to him. Barrow left without saying a word. Now begins his new story with his past enemy.