Creation: I Am Azathoth

Carl Wen looked around, then said loudly:

"Am I really a clone?!"

That ethereal voice resounded in his mind:

"If 'existence' is the definition, yes.

"This is the truth you already know, you are No. 200."

Hearing this, Carl Wen was silent for a while, and then suddenly shouted:

"Please stop this experiment!"

"We are not toys for your amusement!"

At this time, a figure suddenly flashed in the room.

A handsome young man with an oriental face stepped on the ground and said with a light smile:

"Everything is my toy, everything is my child."

"That's exactly what I've come to do."

"Congratulations, Carl Wen."

"You have my approval."

"Death Godhead was born "860", bless you."

In an instant, the dead monarch who caused the death of hundreds of millions of people in the American continent was born again in this underground space.

But the difference is that He is no longer an incomplete body, but a demigod recognized by the Supreme Being.

The godhead cast by mortals, without the highest crown, will always be a false god.

False gods will be targeted by the world for forcibly stealing authority, and the longest life will not be more than a week.

Only after being recognized by the Supreme Being can one fully control authority.

And supreme recognition is not so easy to obtain.

Only after experiencing countless deaths can one obtain the death godhead.

The way to live is to commit suicide, and only by living to death can one become the god of death.

Carl Wen stood there in a daze.

All the sealed memories gradually recovered.

Invitation to Hogwarts...

Teacher Pasha's teaching...

Mister Dumbledore's mighty...

Jerry

Jointly developed the Alpha virus, killed the civet, and was expelled from the academy...

Participate in the study of ancient Hawaiian gods

Successfully developed a human body modification drug......

Collect samples of aliens, flesh gods, filth monsters, moon gods, vampires...

Research a new powerful race

Set off a natural disaster of the undead.....

Kill your best friend Jerry...

Became the Lord of Death...

Come to Hell to meet Saori Hua

Behold... the god of the gods!

Carl Wen sorted out the sealed memories, and finally his expression returned to indifference.

His entire body was deified, and a large black death light scattered.

What was re-condensed was a huge zombie with a height of three meters.

The bones in the zombie's body protruded, forming black bone spurs and bone armor, which looked extremely hideous.

The eyes blazed with deep purple flames.

And Carl Wen prepared the backhand, the soul that was cut by his own hands, also returned to his body.

The next moment, countless jet-black hands protruded from the ground, and they connected with each other to form a door.

This is the gate of hell that belongs only to Carl, and it is a symbol of what he called a god.

Carl Wen raised his head, looking directly at the prosperity of the human world through the ground.

In the end, he still shook his head and turned into a real death monarch.

He stepped into his own hell gate.

Su Ying arranged Carl Wen's hell territory at the end.

Because his current strength is too weak, he is not qualified to compete with other gods.

Only the leftovers eaten by other gods, unwanted souls, will enter his hell territory.

hell.

Saorihua works for the demon god Asmodeus on a daily basis.

The hells in different belief regions are different, and the hells in some regions are sealed and cannot be stepped on.

And at this moment, Saori Hua raised his head slightly, and looked at the tall figure descending from the dark sky.

The breath of a demigod wrapped around him.

This is a giant zombie with a height of three meters and bone armor including the flesh.

Saori Hua was stunned for a moment, then murmured:

"Which god is going to hell again?"

"Is that myth system revived again?"

"No...this smell is not right."

"very young."

"Is it the just-crowned hell god?"

From then on, in the distance of the vast land of the underworld, a huge gate of hell rose up.

A three-meter-tall bone-spike zombie—the Lord of Death, lives at the end of the River Styx..0

He exudes a frightening aura, holding a huge black battle ax in his hand, guarding the gate of hell.

After many years, the name of "Carl Wen" has gradually faded away.

However, more extraordinary people discovered the terrifying monster at the end of the river Styx.

And, they called him [Soul Eater Corpse King Death Monarch].

Only in the database of Hogwarts, Carl Wen and his atrocities are forever recorded.

It is said that the Lord of Death likes to devour souls, and he likes order and dislikes chaos.

If your soul is evil and wanders down the upper reaches of the Styx, no ferryman will take you.

Your soul, then, will be called a "God-forsaken soul."

In the end, your soul will float to the end of the River Styx.

The Lord of Death will pick up his giant axe, chop up your soul, and eat it as a snack.

If the Lord of Death does not kill you, you will enter his domain.

Maybe reincarnated,

Maybe it will become an experiment for the dead monarch... a toy.

In the domain of the Lord of Death, all souls are at the mercy of him.

Only one soul is the exception.

That soul was a man in a black robe with all his features covered by bandages.

Behind the man grew a pair of withered wings.

The man's name is Jerry.

But no one can recognize him in 5.3.

Because the man thinks that he has committed a heinous crime and is an accomplice in killing hundreds of millions of lives in the United States.

Because... he is an assistant researcher of the Alpha virus.

Therefore, the man covered his face with a bandage for fear of being recognized by name.

So, people called this man "Bandage Freak"

The bandaged man has remained in the realm of the dead lord.

Whenever the dead monarch returns to the territory through the gate of hell,

The bandage monster will desperately attack the dead monarch.

The Lord of Death can easily crush the soul of the bandage monster, but every time he only injures the opponent severely, instead of killing him completely.

It's like... the owner taught the pet who bared its teeth.

The death monarch also has his own playmates in hell.

At least, he thought it was a playmate. .