The Death Goddess slowly stepped forward, circled Jiang Hao once, and asked with interest, "How did you get here?"
"I don't know either!" Jiang Hao said.
The Death Goddess reached out and stroked Jiang Hao's face. From her skeletal palm, he felt a wave of icy coldness.
"Strange. You're the only living person I've seen in all these years!"
"May I ask where this is, and who you are?" Jiang Hao asked.
"Hehe, me? My name is Death. I govern Death Space and the cycle of souls." the Death Goddess said.
Jiang Hao's thoughts raced. In an instant, he considered many things and made a decision at the fastest possible speed.
To stay alive, he needed to cling to a powerful backer!
Because his future enemies would not merely be the bad people torturing him, but true cosmic-level tyrants. If he wanted to achieve genuine immortality, he would need the help of the Death Goddess before him.
"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Death," Jiang Hao said politely.
Death took two steps back, folded her arms across her chest, and looked at Jiang Hao. "You're not afraid? You should know that anyone who enters this place is heralding the arrival of death."
Jiang Hao shrugged. "Death isn't frightening. In fact, for some people, death may not be a bad thing. Death is not the end of life; regret is."
"Death is not the end of life; regret is! An interesting way of putting it." The Death Goddess found it fascinating. This was the first time she had heard someone say such a thing.
"Do you have any regrets?" the Death Goddess asked.
"Many. About family, about life, about love." Jiang Hao sighed after speaking.
It was the first time the Death Goddess had encountered someone who was not