Chapter 101: He, the God of Death

A distinct black and white tone, a dead silent hall, a black robe, a skull throne, and a chess set on the table in front, that’s probably it!

This side of the bitter world should be called chess.

Yu Jin Sheng Hui didn’t dare to be careless and his good mood was gone.

Just because the person in this situation is Him, the God of Death.

No, to be precise, his name has never appeared in the plot, and the God of Death is just a title.

This is a title bestowed upon one who is invincible in the land of the dead.

Death can be Him, but He is not Death. Death is merely a part of Him, a trace of the past that existed as an incarnation for a period of time.

“You seem to know me?” He spoke from under the black robe. He had lived in Yuan Wujie for a long time without much fun, and it was rare for him to feel curious again.

The last time I felt a throbbing sensation was when I transformed myself and left the Yin-Yang Rift Zone to explore the outside world.

Playing in the world, gaining emotions, and having a little fun in the long-lost years of immortality.

But that was only the pleasure of the god of death, not His.

Moreover, compared to the God of Death, who is an existence that is not tolerated by heaven and earth in the words of Emperor Qi Tian, ​​the memory of the God of Death is only a small part, especially with a few more colors.

Born in the Yin-Yang Rift Valley, he can be said to be quite a homebody.

When I have nothing to do, I like to watch what happens in the Yin-Yang Rift to kill time.

The game of the God of Death is good, but He is not the God of Death. Not to mention that He actively plays the game, the key point is that the God of Death is tired of playing it, so He has no interest in repeating it again.

It’s better to take everything lightly. The drama of life is still quite interesting.

In the Rift, Agatha is considered a miracle, an existence that surprises Him.

It is not difficult for Him to make the inhuman human, things that have never existed, dead things alive, and create life.

What is rare is that it is an alternative creation that completely violates the law of life. Therefore, He has always been concerned about the existence of Agatha, and Taixi Shenzhao’s intervention in the Yin-Yang Rift is not worthy of His excessive concern.

Until the arrival of Embers of Eternity, the concept of Digimon and the emergence of the Digital World.

When something truly contrary to His cognition appeared, He became interested.

And at this moment, before His eyes, the glowing embers bowed respectfully to meet the God of Death.

“The legend of the God of Death is also a legend in the world of suffering. It can even be said to be a piece of history that cannot be ignored. I have some connections, so I naturally know about it.”

“Oh, but your eyes tell me that you seem to know more.” Death played with a chess piece with interest, watching the embers glow.

“Interesting, Agatha, it seems someone is impatient, it doesn’t matter, we have plenty of time and opportunity, and I look forward to seeing you next time.”

The black and white palace dissipated, and the familiar power disappeared.

It turned out that it was Agatha who noticed something was wrong, expanded the digital field, and came over.

As a partner and benefactor, even if he has ulterior motives, he has to show sincerity first. Agata will naturally not allow others to attack Yujin Shenghui on his own territory.

“Are you okay?” Agatha asked with concern.

“Nothing, just met a new friend”

The Embers had no intention of using Agatha to deal with the God of Death, or rather, Him.

Regardless of whether the fight can be won or not, there is not much difference in cost or benefit.

Furthermore, He did not show any hostility, and unlike the God of Death, it seemed that Yu Cinder Shenghui himself had not become His target.

After briefly thanking Agatha, Yujin Shenghui left the Yin-Yang Rift Zone and returned to the world of suffering.

(End of this chapter)