*The rise of the God of Death
*Chapter 19: Under Attack*
After Daimon received the transferral ring from the merchant, he left the village and infused it with his full mana—away from prying eyes. The ring responded immediately, upgrading to the *pinnacle of the Excellence rank*, revealing its full potential: *350 free slots* and a mysterious hidden compartment.
From within that hidden slot, Daimon pulled out a blade cloaked in forgotten power—*the sword of the ring's creator*. As he grasped its hilt, he muttered in disbelief,
*"How did he acquire a sword from outer space…?"*
Upon infusing it with his lightning-aligned mana, the sword resonated with a perfect match. The weapon had once belonged to a *Lord-ranked swordsman*, a lightning specialist. Though their affinities differed, the sword welcomed Daimon's power. With a new weapon in hand, he set off toward the *City of the North*.
But the city was already under siege.
The *City of the South*, long-time rivals, launched a full-scale invasion. Led by a Vice General and *three powerful Commanders*, they overwhelmed the North's defenses. The difference in power was undeniable—tens of soldiers were slain by just a single commander. Citizens were captured, homes burned, and hope nearly vanished.
Among the captives were *Nil*, now recognized as the city lord's guardian, and *Lucy*, taken as a slave. They planned to execute Nil publicly, to mark the city's downfall.
Yet Nil, bound in chains, just grinned.
*"Your deadline is closer than you think…"*
And little Lucy, crying but defiant, whispered,
*"Uncle will come… and kill you all."*
Miles away, Daimon sensed the destruction. Smoke rose on the horizon. His expression darkened.
*"Lucy."*
And with that, he vanished from sight, sprinting with a speed no ordinary being could track.
In the ruined city, one of the commanders struck Lucy across the face, laughing cruelly,
*"No one's coming. You're doomed."*
Tears streaming, Lucy screamed from the depths of her heart,
*"UNCLE DAIMOOOOOON!"*
Suddenly, the battlefield froze.
A figure cloaked in black stood at the city's shattered gates, unnoticed until the pressure of his aura silenced all movement.
Every warrior—South and North—felt it.
*Daimon had arrived.*
No longer suppressing his energy, he unleashed his true aura. What everyone sensed… was not rage, not power—but *Death* itself.
His eyes locked on Lucy.
*"You dare touch… my Treasure."*
Nil smirked and turned to the stunned commander gripping him,
**"It's over.
You're doomed."**