Great God of Death, Just Give In to Me and Offer Up Your Body Like a Good Boy

Tranquility did not feel well.

Countless things outside were frantically drawing out and gnawing away at His power.

He was like a chunk of rotten flesh, drawing in countless ants that clung to Him and gnawed at Him madly.

Tranquility had endured this torture of slow dismemberment for far too long. Recently, those carrion-eating ants had grown even more numerous.

It made Tranquility exceptionally miserable.

Especially since among those carrion-eating ants was a vulture. The vulture eyed Him covetously, trying to seize everything He possessed.

Tranquility suffered bitterly. He had once been a Path-level existence, yet had slid all the way down, continuously lying dead. Just when He had finally seen an opportunity to achieve the Path of Death, He was caught by the String Pullers and turned into a trump card they pressed down here.

Now that this trump card was disobedient, the Lich King's replacement plan officially began.

"Life World is incomplete. Because life was overly dominant, and because the String Pullers later disregarded life, Life World neither developed a world consciousness nor possessed sufficient magical resources."

After staying in Life World for so many years, Tranquility had not done nothing.

He had arrived in this world before Grelrigs's massive abnormality force and had searched for the secret of life.

Or rather, every existence that understood life and came to Life World had done so.

Grelrigs had done the same. Yet even though Grelrigs had already become one of the String Pullers at the time, He had still failed to discover what this so-called secret of life was.

Tranquility was certain of that. Of course, perhaps Grelrigs had found a way to obtain the secret of life, just as He had.

"That is, to complete this world—this world without death." Tranquility thought, "Death is an indispensable link in