CHAPTER 826: CHAPTER 2: DEATH LORD (5K)_3

"I don’t know what the Cardinal of Destiny was thinking, sending a rookie like me, who recently joined the association, to do this kind of job. I’m now just like you, a Zeroth Rank human, and if we really fight, I estimate I’ll be knocked out by you in one round... Look, I haven’t even had the chance to pay my respects to my senior, the Soul Lord, before you took care of him. As for the other bigwig, the Life Minister, I didn’t even have a chance to meet him before you dealt with him too. Shouldn’t I be afraid of you?"

The Death Lord smiled a little, pointed at the constantly coughing Fisher, and then took out a small flask from his coat and took a hard swig.

On the other hand, Fisher squinted his eyes after hearing Holan, the Death Lord, and began to ponder carefully, but his hand, which was always on the handle of the Fluid Sword at his waist, did not loosen.

"I didn’t even manage to help, and you’ve already concluded things. Although your current state seems a bit miserable, I still feel somewhat guilty. And I’ve roughly guessed the real reason why the Cardinal of Destiny wants me here... Let’s do this: ask me anything you want about our society, the Completion Manual, anything at all, and after you’ve asked, do me a favor. After that, this will be yours."

While speaking, the Death Lord took out a square book from his coat, the ancient book’s title, "Death Completion Manual," was so striking, and Fisher indeed felt it was the real Completion Manual.

"Death... Completion Manual?"

"That’s right, it’s also the source of my title, Death Lord, and the ironclad evidence that I was swindled by that Old Immortal, the Cardinal of Destiny. It’s useless to me, but for you, it might not be. With ’Death’ locked onto you, even an incomplete death isn’t something you can easily escape from. Perhaps there’s a solution in here... So, interested?"

"...What do you want me to do for you?"

The Death Lord took a sip of strong liquor, pointed to his head hazily and said to Fisher,

"Kill me."

"You’re drunk?"

"I’m not, and you should know that until the previous owner is dead, this thing can’t circulate at all. So stop dawdling and chop my head off, kill me, and you’ll grasp the hope to survive."

"The Cardinal of Destiny sent you to die, actually to give me the Death Completion Manual. Did she predict I would get struck by the Death Rune?"

"Mm, mm, you could say that. Hurry up and try it."

Fisher silently observed the strange behavior of the Death Lord in front of him, unable to discern the true intentions of the Death Lord, or perhaps the Cardinal of Destiny.

The Death Lord waited for quite a while for Fisher to act but was left idle and impatiently clicked his tongue, then reached a hand into his coat and muttered lowly,

"Well, don’t blame me for this..."

Fisher raised an eyebrow, watching as he prepared to draw out his hand from his coat, holding a short Fire Pistol. In that instant, Fisher’s body remained still, but from the front end of the Fluid Sword handle in his hand, a twisted, nimble blade suddenly shot out, rapidly slicing through a broad arc in front of him.

"Pffft!"

The blade effortlessly pierced the Death Lord’s neck. As a flash of silver light passed, the Fire Pistol in his hand fell to the ground, and he himself painfully clutched his bleeding neck, staggering to the ground after trembling a couple of times.

"Cough, cough..."

Fisher coughed, observing the Death Lord on the ground, his body twitching continuously, his arterial blood spewing rapidly. In no time, a pool of blood surrounded him.

But a moment later, a miraculous event transpired as if some irresistible force was acting upon him. The leaking blood rapidly withdrew back into his body, and the flesh torn by the Fluid Sword bizarrely flew back and reassembled in the air, returning to his body.

The Death Lord’s face, which had turned pale from blood loss, quickly regained color. His eyes rolled back to normal; he wasn’t surprised but rather touched his neck. Feeling it perfectly restored, he sighed and sat up from the collapsed wooden chair,

"Indeed, it’s still impossible, Mr. Fisher... Had you not used the Death Rune when dealing with the Life Minister, I could die with this thing right now."

Watching the eerie scene of death and resurrection before his eyes, Fisher’s extremely sensitive soul swiftly scanned the Death Lord’s body from top to bottom, and as he said, he was just an ordinary human, with no physical prowess, no signs of having practiced Magic or the madness from reading the Completion Manual...

The Death Lord standing before him was a normal human?

"Are you suspecting I’ve read the Death Completion Manual? Don’t worry, that thing isn’t popular. If it weren’t for needing my death to transfer it to you for reading, I’d hand it to you on a platter right this moment..."

Feeling Fisher’s scrutiny, the Death Lord dusted off his black leather jacket with dislike, glanced loathsomely at the Death Completion Manual on the table, and said,

"How... How did you do it?"

"Heh, you should have some basic understanding of the various Gods in this world, like the God of Hundred Forms or the Gate and so on..."

Upon hearing this, Fisher coughed and added to his words,

"Hm, I know a few others too."

"That’s good, then have you ever heard of the deity that governs [Death]? A Divine with similar powers to all other Gods, reigning over all rules of demise in this world."

"No, I haven’t."

The Death Lord lifted the overturned chair caused by the fluid sword strike earlier, took another swig of liquor, and said to Fisher,

"It’s alright, starting today you’ll know. He is the Deity of Death, ’He Ya,’ the ’God of Unconsciousness,’ the ’Destined Death,’ the ’Ultimate of All Things’... also the culprit for the mess we’re in."