My Life as A Death Guard

Hades could faintly sense a small white light, and he was startled.

He immediately ran to the farthest corner from the door.

The area by the door immediately left his coverage range.

What the hell… what should I do?

Cold sweat dripped down Hades’ face as he pretended to clear his throat.

“Uh… Herila, just leave the bowl outside. I’m not feeling well and don’t want to get up. Thanks for bringing me the porridge.”

Herila’s concerned voice came through again, “Are you sure you’re okay, Hades? How about you open the door and let me take a look at you?”

“It’s fine, really. I’m just too tired. I’ve been sleeping and don’t want to get out of bed to open the door.”

“Alright then,” Herila, though worried, didn’t think much of it since Hades insisted. “I’ve put the porridge on your windowsill. Remember to drink it while it’s hot.”

“Okay, okay, got it.”

“Well, I’m leaving then. Rest well.”

“Bye.”

Only after Herila’s footsteps faded did Hades cautiously open the door.

The bowl of steaming white porridge was indeed on the windowsill, filled with plenty of rice, making it seem more like a meal than just breakfast.

Hades recalled Herila’s light just now, which was noticeably dimmer than his neighbor Lazel’s.

His heart ached.

Damn it, what kind of situation is this?

Should he not interact with others?

Filled with anger and a sense of futility, Hades once again tried to violently compress his field.

His veins bulged, and sweat poured down—yet ultimately, the field’s range remained unchanged.

Damn it!

Hades collapsed back inside, holding his head in despair.

There was only one solution left, which was to leave this human settlement.

Actually, if he entirely avoided human contact, his “untouchable” ability was quite useful.

Every creature on Barbarus had a soul. Hades knew he couldn’t devour them instantly, but if he compressed the blackness enough, he could potentially suppress them to some degree.

A powerful untouchable could even make soul-bearing beings unconsciously “erase” their presence from their minds, achieving perfect “invisibility.”

Hades contemplated that if he insisted on staying in this settlement and didn’t want to harm others, he couldn’t perform combat duties.

Death Guard squads required at least two people. He’d have to take on tasks far from people and avoid any combat.

Like extensive farming.

Uh, Hades didn’t want to stay here farming endlessly, only to survive until the Emperor arrived.

Though he prided himself on being the master of slacking off, and his previous combat tasks mostly involved slashing at fodder, he couldn’t just live like that.

Sorry, he really couldn’t.

Moreover, he now had the “untouchable” ability.

People with such abilities were naturally unfit for normal human society.

They were destined to be warriors.

Maybe he should take a chance?

Through training and combat with the Death Guard, Hades was no longer the frail boy who fled from a Pale Laugher.

Now, wielding a scythe, he could even take down a group of Pale Laughers.

He couldn’t wait passively for disaster to strike.

Before that, he needed to use every moment to become stronger.

No passive waiting!!!

Hades looked around his small room.

Inside were just a bed and a desk, the desk neatly stacked with notes, farming tools hanging quietly on the wall, a coil of rope he had made himself by the door—these simple and monotonous items were his entire life for the past few years.

Hades stood up, his mind made up.