The Spirit of Death which could change the surrounding air just by its presence, tore up the space and appeared in front of Lee Shin. It was made up of black smock and had a ghostly appearance. An eye beam emitted from the ghost to Lee Shin.

‘This is... the Spirit of Death…’ thought Lee Shin.

Lee Shin gulped, because the Spirit of Death was difficult to handle. People often said that no one could deal with them. Even the God of Death, which was their role model, was a God from the master class.

Lee Shin had seen a Spirit of Death that was of a low rank. The low-rank one was not as intimidating as this one, but they had a similar aura. All those who dealt with the Spirit of Death were said to be high-ranking believers or the apostles of the God of Death. There was a saying that if an ordinary person handled the Spirit of Death carelessly, it would put them closer to death.

Despite such a terrifying rumor, Lee Shin was confident. Therefore, he made such a request to the God of Death. Lee Shin could vaguely feel that this God thought well of him. This favor was not to the point of getting him locked up in a contract with the God of Death. However, the God of Death had brought an intermediate-rank spirit, not a low-rank one.

# Contract with a low-rank spirit

This was the function of the silver wand, but the Spirit of Death would make the silver wand work a little differently....