Instead, he had been trapped here, with Death forcibly insisting on teaching him magic?
These Creator Gods.
They really did come up with something new every day!
Zhang Yang looked at Death, confusion showing on his face.
"Afraid?"
When she heard Zhang Yang use the word "afraid," a hint of mockery crept into Death's voice.
Honestly, having reached the level of a creator god, especially one no longer bound by life and death, Death had long since forgotten what "afraid" meant.
"What would I be afraid of? Dying?" Death looked at Zhang Yang, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.
She was the one who controlled life and death.
What could she possibly fear?
"Honestly, I don't care in the slightest what you might do to the entire Multiverse or to the Creator Gods later on. But your progress in learning magic is just so slow that I couldn't resist giving you a hand." Death's expression shifted, returning to her usual seductive look as she spoke to Zhang Yang teasingly.
Based on what Zhang Yang had learned about Death during his past few days in the Death Realm,
there was almost certainly a reason for this sudden change.
Most likely, Death was trying to conceal something.
And as it turned out,
that was indeed the case.
"You couldn't resist giving me a hand? I don't think that's the reason. You're Death. The Multiverse falling into chaos, with living beings suffering and dying, should be exactly the outcome you want most, right?" Looking at Death, Zhang Yang laid bare her true thoughts without holding anything back.
That caught Death off guard.
She had not expected Zhang Yang to be able to guess what she was thinking.
Of course, Death certainly did not think Zhang Yang was stupid.
Rather, by all