Death Lady's Favor

"Do you know what you look like to me?"

Ian frowned when he heard that.

"So much death," Death Lady said, a hint of fascination in her voice.

Death? Since I came here, I haven't killed that many people. Can she detect how many people I've killed? Although that number would be considerable for an embodiment of death, I'm sure she's witnessed far more than that, Ian thought. Then something suddenly occurred to him. If he hadn't possessed such extraordinary control over his facial expressions, his face would probably have twisted in shock by now.

"Billions of universes and timelines were forced to collide with one another, and trillions of lives died every second." As Death Lady said this, she let out a sigh that was almost a moan.

Ian's guess had been correct—she knew about the Speedster Plan. Ian immediately suppressed the killing intent in his heart. He knew that Death Lady was at least Tier 11, with a more than seventy percent chance of being a Tier 12 entity. In the face of such power, he was helpless.

"Compared to what you've done, Thanos's actions were child's play," Death Lady praised him.

"Although I didn't do it specifically to please you, I'm glad you're satisfied, Lady," Ian said.

"Not merely satisfied." Death Lady smiled, causing the room to brighten once again.

"You didn't come here just to praise me, did you, Lady? Even so, I'm honored."

"That's one reason," Death Lady admitted. "The second is that I want you to kill someone."

"Is there anyone in this world that even Your Highness can't kill?" Ian asked.

"Choice and fate determine people's deaths," she answered calmly. "My existence is merely to ensure that the concept of 'death' exists in the universe."

In other words, she's bound by the rules,