Death Shackles

Smiley's grin froze for a moment. Then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he let out a scornful laugh.

"The real Death God?"

"Ling Chu, did I beat your brains into mush?"

He looked Mortus up and down, his gaze finally settling on the enormous black scythe, nearly two meters tall.

A black cloak, a face like a corpse's, and a scythe. He did indeed resemble the Death God from legends.

But what did that prove?

Players had all sorts of bizarre classes and skills. Forget turning a weapon into a scythe—even if someone grew wings and called himself an angel, Smiley would not spare them a second glance.

"Put on a black cloak, pick up a scythe, and you think you're the Death God?"

Smiley's lips curled upward, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Playing god."

As far as he was concerned, this black-robed man had appeared here for nothing more than the final reward and the Soulstones.

The locations of all remaining players had already been revealed. This guy had most likely been hiding nearby, waiting for him and Ling Chu to cripple each other before jumping out to reap the benefits.

Not a bad plan.

Unfortunately, he had shown up too early.

``` [Livestream Chat]

Big Bad Wolf Milk Candy: "Wait, what did Ling Chu just say? This guy is the Death God? The Death God I'm thinking of??"

Old Sea Chart: "Most likely. Silly Bird Daily already confirmed that Hope Island had been protected by the Sea God. Gods really do exist in this world!"

Pickled Pepper Fish Skin: "Holy shit, I thought Circus was already hard enough. Now even the Death God has shown up?"

North Harbor: "It's over... If he really is the Death God, I'm afraid neither Smiley nor