Making a Deal with Death!

Several days later, Lowett rode the Leviathan to the edge of the solar system, an empty region of vacuum in space.

Floating in the vast, boundless expanse, Lowett closed his eyes and reviewed every backup plan he had left behind before suddenly snapping them open.

Buzz!!

Countless streams of Soul Energy poured into his body through the Soul Net. Soul pressure shrouded the stars, and commanding the immense waves of spiritual power, Lowett said in a low voice.

"Come out, madam."

"You've been watching me for so long. Don't you have anything to say?"

"Hehe, you've got some nerve, Necromancer."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman's voice emerged from the empty deck. Gray-white mist shattered space, making it fracture like a kaleidoscope. The Leviathan stared in disbelief at the figure that had pierced through its Labyrinth barrier and appeared on deck, one thought arising in its mind.

That thing can't be eaten!

"But I'm more curious about how you discovered me." The visitor revealed only half her body, embedded in the center of the gray-white mist like a relief sculpture. Her gaze was neither cold nor vicious, but rather full of interest.

As a Creator God who wielded the supreme authority of death,

the Goddess of Death knew very well that if she did not wish it, no one could trace her through the World of the Dead. Therefore, she could only have exposed herself while observing him over the past few days.

But that raised a problem.

She had not seen him do anything. How had he noticed her?

Her last appearance had drawn the attention of several other gods, and what she intended to do this time had to remain secret, so she had revealed only half her body.

Yet even so, her terrifying aura forcibly suppressed Lowett's soul pressure.