The pale and beautiful silver-haired teenager stood in the living room, staring blankly at the oriental man who was writing on the paper with a pen on the sofa. In the next instant, the god of death, wearing a black robe and holding a scythe, appeared and waved at the man mercilessly. The man in the shirt on the sofa disappeared. Hades held the book of life and death in one hand and took his sickle with the judge’s pen in the other, and his eyes were slightly bent. “