Even Ye Tian realized it at this point.
Among the thirty mages who had knelt before him, one of them... inevitably... would undergo a transformation in the next twenty-eight years.
They would break, their faith would shift, and so would their beliefs.
One of them was destined to become the Apostle of Death.
That throne, the throne of the Apostle of Death, remained vacant for now.
But no matter how you looked at it, someone entirely unrelated showing up out of nowhere to claim that title was absurd.
A Perfect fit for a protagonist's story, but life rarely operated like the pages of fiction.
No, the answer was simple...
The Apostle of Death was already here.
And the solution? Even simpler.
Ye Tian had to transcend the limits of mortality and directly confront the God of Death.
Or, as he thought of it...
"boink the ass of the God of Death."
He let out a dry chuckle.
