Billionaire God of War

"You think I would fear my death?" Greedy Wolf laughed maniacally. He was not the kind of person to fear death, for he was a maniac, to begin with. He feared nothing as long as he could achieve his goal, not even death.

To Greedy Wolf, death was just a process and a means to an end. If he could achieve his goal, not even death was something to fear for him. It was that kind of madness that made him who he was, and nobody could understand that level of insanity.

"Just keep thinking that way, then. When the day death comes for you, you shall rue your decision of choosing my body instead of someone else's."

Demon King said nothing to him like he had fallen back into the depths of the body again.

Greedy Wolf looked at the tomb before him and snorted, then he went to make the preparations to take back his own body. I will do it, no matter the cost.

An ancestral hall stood deep in the palace, and it was a place to worship the past Demon Kings. Their bodies were buried beneath the ground, while their souls were put to rest within the halls for their successors to worship.

Once Greedy Wolf stepped foot within it, he heard the sound of something creaking, and all the lights on the walls lit up, illuminating the hall with an eerie shade.

The doors and windows were closed, but he could still feel cold winds blowing through the hall. Greedy Wolf blinked and activated his twin iris once more, then he saw a lot of apparitions floating within the ancestral hall.

"Nobody wants to die, am I right? Not especially when you're Demon King. You won't ever want to give away your throne after you got addicted to that kind

Demon Kings shared a few common traits-greed, ambition, and selfishness. All the darkest traits of

barring the

and louder, and they spoke of the past kings' lingering hate and desire. None of them wished to die, not when they finally became a demon king. They refused

of that, the previous Demon King did everything he could to get into Heavenly Palace, all so he

could only work in the Heavenly Palace. Even if he were to gain its source,

damage caused to

and he almost perished in that battle. If it were not for a sliver of his soul clinging on to dear

wish to live?

could as if he was a maniac. The winds were blowing even stronger like Demon Kings of the past could

wanted to return to life immediately, to return to their past glory

his

appeared within his twin iris. The wind eventually turned into a gale,

windows open.