Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

114: Chapter 114 Absolute Death!! The Emperor Returns!!Qin Xiaogan sat cross-legged atop a towering and ancient mountain peak. The mountain wind howled as it swept past his body, yet he remained motionless, like a frozen statue.

He did not know how much time had passed. The surrounding clouds and mist gathered and dispersed, then dispersed and gathered again, like the cycle of the years, yet he was immersed in his exploration of time, with no leisure to pay them any mind.

He only knew that He was about to break through the mysteries of time and would be able to return shortly.

And it was at this very moment.

The voice of the system rang out abruptly.

Ding-dong!

[Congratulations host on completing Absolute Death!]

[Gained Time Insight +10086...]

[Gained all authority of the crown of death]

[You are the beginning of our realm, and also its end]

[You are the chosen... and the only one]

[Please treat the world kindly!!!]

[The suppression of the Life Realm has ended, the Emperor has entered his maturity period...]

[Warning!]

[Warning!]

[System crash!]

[System crash!!!]

[Sys... The Heavenly Dao is collapsing... May all living beings... rest in peace]

Qin Xiaogan listened to the system’s voice in his ear with an expressionless face.

He had long since discovered that this system seemed to have been suppressing Him all along.

He was immortal to begin with, so how could He become stronger through death?

Becoming stronger through death was merely a certain restriction the system had placed upon itself.

In truth, He could become stronger even without dying.

It was simply a matter of time.

A strange light flashed through Qin Xiaogan’s eyes.

”Well played, Heavenly Dao of the Life Realm...”

[Name: crown of death]

[Source: ???]

[Warning!!! This is an item worn by the King of the Dead; he who wishes to wear this crown must bear the weight of death.]

[Skill ① — Resentment of the Dead: Summons vengeful spirits for possession, Attributes x5, duration 30 minutes, no upper limit requirement]

[Skill ② — King of the Dead: You are the supreme existence in hell, commanding all undead creatures (including God-grade)]

[Skill ③ — Samsara: Perform a soul confession to step into the Hall of Reincarnation]

[PS: Hall of Reincarnation — The secrets of all living beings lie here; however, you must first tell me your secret]

[Skill ④ — Rebirth: The extreme of death is life. To be forgotten by the world may be true death, but for you, it is the true beginning! Welcome back, Emperor!!!]

[Grade: Super God Grade]

[Bound]

[Welcome back, Emperor!!!]

[Welcome back, Emperor!!!]

[Welcome back, Emperor!!!]

Qin Xiaogan looked up at the vast expanse of white in the sky and muttered to himself.

”Soon, it’s almost time...”

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Time passes like a fleeting shadow, gone in the blink of an eye, causing one to inadvertently miss many precious moments.

It is like an invisible wind, blowing quietly past without leaving a single trace, yet carving the marks of the years upon people’s faces.

Fifteen years passed quietly...

Yet it did not bring the slightest change to this ancient world, as if time did not exist in this realm at all.

It still maintained its original appearance, and the passage of years seemed to have become an illusory concept.

A bald youth held a kitchen knife that could cut through iron like butter tightly in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold, chilling light in the dim environment.

He walked with firm and heavy steps, each one seemingly carrying a resolute courage and an unspeakable determination, as he headed toward a terrifying place that inspired dread.

This place was the most sinister and terrifying forbidden area in this world, like a cursed abyss emitting an aura of suffocating despair.

The people inside could not be called human, but were rather hideous monsters and atrocious devils.

They were shrouded in a dark, evil aura and killed anyone they saw without mercy, as if their only task was to kill.

Their actions caused this world, which was originally a vast expanse of pure white like snow, to be stained by large patches of shocking red.

That red was like a tragic scroll, where every drop of blood was a miserable story.

The world usually called that place — the Dead Realm.

The Dead Realm was like a black hole devouring all hope and light, making people recoil in fear.

The bald youth, however, did not retreat in the slightest, his eyes filled with a sense of finality.

He knew deeply that entering the Dead Realm would mean facing unprecedented danger, but for the sake of power, he had no other choice.

The youth had heard that the master of the Dead Realm was the most powerful existence in this world.

A white-haired youth who was like a deity.

He was going to request to become his disciple!

He needed power to help him avenge his deceased mother, and for that...

He was willing to pay everything he had, including his soul.