But I think we can at least try."

Death finally did something.

At this time, she sat in her chair very dignifiedly.

Some people always call this chair the "throne of death".

But death itself never said that.

What throne does death need?

This is just an ordinary chair with a somewhat ugly appearance.

This dry chair was already the most beautiful chair Death could find that could withstand her strength.

“Destined? Come on then!

If he was really that powerful, he would never become one of Bulcaisuo's powers.

Is your observation wrong?

Or is this also fate?"

The sound of death became progressively lazier with her movements.
Chapter completed!