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My name is Ulla, and more than a thousand years ago, I was the son of a rich family in a remote town.

There were many grave robbers in that area, and I was lucky enough to get a treasure map, so I found the place with my retinue.

It was a cemetery, and I still remember that the cemetery was like a royal palace, full of gold, silver and jewelry, and I found a sarcophagus at the bottom of the cemetery.

When opened, in addition to a corpse that had been dead for a long time, there was also a black leather book--- Book of Death.

As the name suggests, anyone who writes their name in the Book of Death cannot avoid death.

In this world of magic, I was a waste who didn't know magic or martial arts, and I lay in bed for sixteen years until I got the Book of Death.

This is a gift from God, I have always been a kind person, although I have suffered a lot of cynicism since I was a child, but I still restrain myself and do not care about them.

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A person who does not have a strong ability to protect himself, even if you have great achievements, it is in vain.

I went from a small businessman to the richest man in the town, and finally to the big city outside, with the wealth of the country.

Because of this, my life was threatened by all sides.

At that time, I was just a helpless businessman, with a little spare money, but so what, you were nothing in the face of absolute magical power.

My family was slaughtered because of me.

The town I live in has turned into a sea of fire because of me.

At that time, I realized that it was unrealistic to want to be a businessman who kept to himself.

That's when I realized how stupid I was, that I had the power that God had given me, but I had never thought of using it.

I used the Book of Death to easily kill the enemies I knew, and in the end, I wandered the world alone.

In the small town, my family is an abandoned outer branch, I found my huge family, and I want to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors, but where will a child of an outer branch be treated by them.

However, at that time, I also met my first woman, the one I thought I could commit to for the rest of my life, but she betrayed me and told my people my secret, and then the world was announced.

The pain of betrayal is still fresh in my memory and unforgettable.

The Book of Death, a wicked book of curses, has been suffering from endless mental pain every moment since I got it, but its power makes it impossible for you to abandon it, it is so wonderful that anyone can get into it.

I escaped from the family, but the people of the family didn't want to let me go, so I can't blame them, I can only kill them.

Human greed is never-ending, people all over the world, crazy for this book, they all want to get this power, all they need to do is write the name of the hater on it, whoever it is, can die in forty seconds, the heart bursts.

I've become the enemy of the world, everyone is hunting me down, I've lost everything, and the only thing I can trust is the Book of Death in my hand.

In the face of billions of people in the world, I must protect myself, I have no magic, no martial arts, I am a complete ordinary mortal, any magician can easily kill me.

I was constantly incognito, suffering from the cold, disguising myself, and trying not to come into contact with humans.

Just when I felt settled down, I met the last person I loved in my life.

She is such an ice clear jade, she is the leader heir of a mysterious killer organization, and the ninth-level magic masters of the fifth layer in the world are all in that organization.

We were in the wrong place, we knew the wrong thing, and we fell in love with each other at the wrong time.

But when he knew that I was the murderer and that everyone in the world was hunting down, she wanted to arrest me, she tried to persuade me to hand over the book of death, but I refused.

Then, I killed her.

Because she betrayed me.

I don't know how I felt, but I put the blame on the Book of Death, which told me to do it, but I had to.

There are too many twists and turns, and in order to compete with the human armies of the world, I must assemble an even more powerful army--- an army of the undead.

Only the dead will not betray you, and only the dead will be loyal to you forever, at that moment, I understood.

Everything I do is just, everything I do is worthwhile, all my sacrifices are due, in order to get absolute power, in order to get supreme power, I have to do it.

Anyone who resists me must die.

Or rather, to continue to live in another capacity.

Eventually, I led an army of the undead and began to conquer this deplorable world, becoming an enemy of humanity.

The winner is king, and I liberated this sinful world in another way, and I felt that I was not wrong, and I have always believed in it.

Ridiculous humans rebelled against my existence and wanted to erase it, and they united to destroy my army with this power.

What happens if I lose?

It is conceivable that if I lose, they will immediately turn against each other, and in order to become the next master of the Book of the Dead, they will go to great lengths to betray and deceive.

I'd better be the one to do this wicked man.

Now, I've done it, become the new Grim Reaper's heir, and become a god.

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"Now, do you understand?" In front of the campfire, the black figure sat quietly opposite, his voice still so low and lonely.

His words were so concise, but, in Liu Xuan's opinion, all his words were endless loneliness and deep silence, but he couldn't hear the black shadow's taste of guilt and self-blame.

It's as if these are all taken for granted.

Liu Xuan looked at him quietly, he wanted to find any, even a wrong word that he wanted to refute, but he suddenly found that he couldn't find a trace of words that could be refuted.

He didn't know why, but in the dark shadow's concise words, there were countless stories, countless tortures, countless pains, which he had been savoring and gladly accepting.

Liu Xuan tried to think about his pain, tried to recall everything he had experienced, but now there was no trace of experience that could compete with him to convince himself to convince him.

He used to be the emperor of the Nine Shadows, the overlord of the Eastern Continent, if there was no zombie invasion, he would now have conquered the continent and become a new emperor, maybe he is old now, maybe he is dead, but his empire must be brilliant when there is no zombie invasion.

He was sure of that.

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(To be continued.) )