While Rhodes is enjoying dessert after a big meal and having fun with a few goofy gangs, a guy in a tall hat is secretly watching the upheaval of Bilgewater.

Hekarim's defeat and Naga Kapoulos's retreat, this wonderful performance made him dizzy, and he almost couldn't help but want to sing a song to express the excitement in his heart.

But he held back.

Now was not the time to be in the limelight and look for new members, and although his choir had suffered heavy losses in the light of Naga Kapoulos, Karthhas had not lost his brain, and he did not dare to appear in Bilgewater in the land of white heaven and praise death in public.

It's looking for death—oh no, it's looking for annihilation.

Don't look at Karthas as if he were powerful, but in fact he was born in the wild.

Kartas was born under the walls of the Noxian capital, at the lowest level of the slums.

Like many poor children, Karthas's mother died at the same time as he was born, leaving his father alone to raise him and his three older sisters.

In order to survive in Noxus, Karthas's family lived with several other families in a dilapidated, squirreling-infested almshouse, fed by rain and vermin — a time when Karthas's recipe was closely aligned with that of the man at the top of the food chain.

"Luckily", when Karthas grew up, he quickly showed his unusual talent - of all the children, Karthas was the best at foraging, and he often added mutilated corpses to the communal cauldron.

As for what the corpse is...... Believe me, it doesn't matter to someone who can starve to death every day.

Growing up in this environment, Karthas is more sensitive and neurotic than a normal child.

In the slums of Noxus, death is commonplace, and parents wake up to find their children stiff and cold, and a new day begins with their sobs.

In the midst of it, Karthas slowly learned to appreciate the sobs and mourning—perhaps one of the few pleasures in his life.

Later, Karthas met the Qianjue Order, a group of people who believed in Qianjue and faced death.

Karthas would look in fascination at the death recorder of the Thousand Jue Order, watch him carve a count mark on his cane, and then carry the body out of the almshouse.

And every night, the young Karthas would secretly look around the crowded almshouses, looking for those who were dying, hoping to see the moment when their souls crossed life and death.

However, many years have passed, and the night tour of Karthas has not been fruitless - because no one can accurately predict the time of a person's death, and Karthas has never had the opportunity to see the moment of death...... Until one day death began to visit his family.

Disease outbreaks were a common occurrence in such a squalid and crowded quarter, and the nobility of Noxus did not care about it, but with the help of mages and apothecaries, the plague could only affect the untouchables - and in one of the larger plagues, the sisters of Kartas were also infected with the plague.

Karthas's father only knew how to drink to kill his sorrows, and at this time Karthas became a dutiful younger brother, caring for and caring for his sisters when they were seriously ill and dying.

As he watched his three sisters die one by one, and in their dying eyes, it was as if Karthas felt some kind of divine calling—he told himself in his heart that he wanted to understand the afterlife, to explore the mysteries of eternal existence.

So, when the death recorder of the Qianjue sect came to take the corpse away, Karthas followed them back to the temple and kept asking them questions about the Qianjue order and about the funeral work.

Can a person exist in the gap between the end of life and not death?

If the boundary between life and death can be understood and controlled, can the wisdom of life be integrated with the clarity of death?

The Death Recorder quickly decided that Karthas was a good fit to join their Order - and he quickly recruited Karthus into his ranks.

Originally responsible for digging graves and collecting wood for cremation, Karthas became a corpse collector – Karthas would push his cart and sing songs every day to collect the bodies of different people on the streets of Noxus.

Soon, all of Noxus heard of his requiem.

Karthus's eulogy is mournful and poignant, depicting the beauty of death, praying that the world after death will be a holy place to be desired, and that many grief-stricken relatives of the deceased will find solace in his mourning and peace in the elegy.

Eventually, Karthas was sent to the temple to take care of the sick, give them hospice care, and greet the dead when death was on their due course—Karthas would whisper to each person before they died, guide the souls of the deceased towards death, and seek deeper wisdom after the blinding.

In the end, Karthas finally discovers that he can't learn much more from mortals, and only dead people can answer his questions.

While the dead soul can't tell him what the world is like after death, there are fantasy tales and legends used to scare children, about a place where death doesn't mean the end - Shadow Isle.

Filled with curiosity (or never relented), Karthas stole a large sum of the Sect's money and made his way to Bilgewater, luring a gambler to take him to the Isle of Shadows.

And on the Shadow Island, this former Qianjue believer was infected by deeper corruption.

This master of dying comfort, who once helped people face death, was transformed into a messenger of the dead who enjoyed bringing death to others.