“Mother's....power..?”
Those were my final words before that white shit pointed his sword of destruction at me. However, in that moment, the world seemed to have stopped and everything became tainted with patches of black until it swallowed everything.
Could this be how death was?
Did I really die?
By the hands of the bastard that killed my family..?
Damnit. Damnit. Damnit!
«Your frustration is seething out of your skin.»
Huh?
That's when I met the God of Death.
«I have a deal to propose.»
And made a deal with him.
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A Trashes Way To Saving The World
FanfictionThis stupid God of Death! He had to bring me back to the worst of times ever! No, I have to calm down. My body feels better than before; I can probably stand up. I need to go, Basen could be in danger. A fanfic where ogCale regress back to save his...
