Chapter 33: Too Cold (Extra) (1/2)

Chapter 33: Too Cold (Extra)

Xing Yan stood still in the darkness for a very, very long time

It was pitch-black, turbulent, without skies, and without land There was no sound; there was no life There was nothing Only Xing Yan He curled up in this cold, dreary, chaotic space of nothingness and endured day after day, waiting for the advent of light

It ithin this darkness that his as born

He didn’t remember his name, he didn’t remember whence he came, he couldn’t recall his past, and he was also unsure of his future

HeYan’ in na Yan’ He was host born in the darkness, a devil born in the cha Yan, yet he also wasn’t Xing Yan

At long last, the moment where he could escape this everyday darkness arrived But the price of leaving the shadoas to be stripped of his will Hismachine implanted with unfamiliar commands, and for him, there was only one specific command, so simple and so clear—”Kill all creatures you see”

And so, Xing Yan picked up his knife

Eventually, he no longer possessed this so-called ‘fear’, as it was that cold s of fear

Finally, he no longer had to worry about Death’s scythe After all, he himself was the scythe of Death

In the end, he lost all eh times passed and his body deteriorated, he would still be reborn froave him a new name—’Stalker’

The blade in his hand fell, and Death was born that very ht, Xing Yan still wouldn’t be able to catch a gliht had only three colors: grey, black, and red

Grey was a pale corpse Black was the suffocating fear and dread Red was the trickle of blood

He didn’t knohether a genuineYan felt extremely tired He was too tired to take another step, he practically had no strength to wield his slaughter knife He thought, perhaps like this, he could finally be killed by sole muscle, then immediately after, someone could easily take his life At least he wouldn’t have to repeat these senseless, mundane orders and tasks day after day

Yet, as it like this? It wasn’t enough just being tired Xing Yan was still able to advance forward, he still had enough strength to kill all creatures that appeared before his eyes one by one Even if his soul was exhausted, verging on death, his body still possessed th He was so powerful that he was invincible; he triu

The scythe of Death would never die, simply because he was a tool personally crafted by the Gods themselves

He couldn’t feel despair or hopelessness, but he was so very tired Then one day, Xing Yan seeave hihter everything he lays eyes on, to the greatest extent! After that, Xing Yan went berserk Hein his path It didn’telse, he couldn’t wait to annihilate all He was like a nuclear boed, he wanted to end the entire world; he crazily desired the whole world’s destruction!

The chambers were forced to restrain hi primal chaos and darkness once more

But this time, he felt at ease

Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing, sleeping for a long tiain

Unfortunately, God was never so kind