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Xalender, the spectral lord of the underworld, stood witness to Akun's determined attempt to break the chains that bound him. As Akun defied the very fabric of this eerie realm, Xalender's skeletal figure seemed to hover momentarily, untouched by the struggle unfolding before him. With an air of enigmatic curiosity, he descended to the ghostly ground, landing gracefully a few steps away from Akun.

Akun's newfound freedom reverberated through the eerie realm of the underworld. Each step he took felt as though he were breaking the very bonds of fate that had held him captive. The ghostly path stretched before him, lit by the haunting glow that emanated from an unknown source, casting long, wavering shadows that danced like phantoms.

His eyes, ablazed with an intense violet light, like twin beacons in the spectral darkness. They held a glint of defiance, a spark of righteous anger that refused to be extinguished by the oppressive atmosphere of this spectral realm.

Akun's voice, though tinged with echoes from the underworld, rang out with unwavering determination as he approached Xalender. The god of death stood there, an enigmatic figure cloaked in shadow, his presence an unsettling blend of stillness and foreboding.

"What gives you the right?" Akun's words cut through the silence like a blade, each syllable imbued with a searing intensity that demanded answers.

His gaze never wavered as he continued, "Do you think I would just get in line like the others here, after what you did to me?"

The hollow rattle of bones echoed in the stillness as Xalender tilted his skeletal head slightly, as if considering Akun's words. There was an unsettling air of detachment about him, a stark contrast to the turmoil that raged within the living soul before him.

The god of death's voice resonated like a spectral whisper through the stillness. His words, cold and measured, hung in the air like a shroud of finality.

"Look, child," Xalender began, his voice a macabre symphony of bone against bone, "I don't know where you are trying to go with this." His skeletal hand gestured vaguely to the endless, ghostly path that stretched into the obscurity of the underworld. "It would be best if you just accept your fate."

The underworld seemed to respond to Xalender's presence, casting long, wavering shadows that danced around the confrontation. The very air grew heavier, suffused with an aura of inevitability that pressed upon Akun from all sides.

Yet, Akun's defiance remained unyielding, his eyes still ablaze with violet determination. He clenched his fists at his sides, the ethereal glow of the underworld lending an otherworldly quality to his resolve. "You may call me 'child'," he retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and defiance, "but I won't bow to you or accept this fate.

I would rather stop existing completely, than to stand face to face with the bing that has taken everything from me, and do nothing about it."

(A/N: Akun is referring to this new life he has now, he never really had anything back on earth.)

The tension between the living soul and the lord of the underworld crackled in the spectral air. The bones of the condemned souls in the endless line seemed to tremble, as if bearing witness to a confrontation that defied the very laws of their existence.

Xalender's skeletal frame remained unmoving, the emptiness of his eye sockets seeming to bore into Akun's very essence. "No amount of anger or hatred," he intoned, his voice carrying the chill of the grave, "can change the fact that you are dead."

Akun's response was resolute, a testament to his unbroken spirit. "Maybe not," he said, his voice unwavering, "but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer."

In a burst of determination and power, Akun channeled his aspect power, a surge of energy that crackled around him like a violet aura.

With newfound strength and resolve, he propelled himself towards Xalender, his speed astonishing and his intent clear—to defy the lord of the underworld.

But as Akun closed the distance, the very fabric of the underworld seemed to conspire against him. Time itself appeared to slow down, each moment elongated into an agonizing eternity. Xalender, the skeletal figure draped in enigmatic robes, watched with an air of weary inevitability.

A sigh escaped Xalender's skeletal form, a sound that echoed with the weight of countless eons. "How foolish," he murmured, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the underworld.

Then, in a moment that defied Akun's defiance, the ground beneath him trembled. From the very earth of the underworld, dozens of chains erupted with a terrible force, their spectral forms coiling and twisting like serpents. They snaked through the ghostly ground, seeking to bind and ensnare.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Akun's astonishing speed came to a sudden and jarring halt as the chains closed in around him. They wrapped themselves around his body with a malevolent force, each link forged from the very essence of this spectral realm.

Xalender, the skeletal lord of the underworld, continued his slow and ominous approach towards the chained Akun. His voice, dripping with a chilling finality, resonated through the spectral abyss as he spoke.

"Since you would rather stop existing than to listen to the rules of the underworld," he intoned, "then I shall rid you of your existence."

The chains that bound Akun seemed to tighten, their spectral grip unyielding, as if responding to the lord of the underworld's intent. The very air grew heavy with an impending sense of doom, and the condemned souls on the ghostly path watched in eerie silence.

But then, as Xalender drew nearer to Akun, something inexplicable occurred. It was as if a cosmic rift tore through the very core of his existence. The skeletal figure, cloaked in ethereal robes, staggered for a moment, his bony form trembling with a disorientation that transcended the boundaries of the underworld.

Xalender's empty sockets, once cold and unwavering, flickered with an unsettling uncertainty. His skeletal fingers clutched at the tattered fabric of his robes as if seeking to anchor himself in the face of an inexplicable force.

Akun, though still bound by the spectral chains, observed this unprecedented development with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Suddenly he heard the system's voice again.

[Ding!! The player has successfully consumed the †Authority† --- †Ruler Over Death†]

[Ding!! Beginning chaos evolution]

[Error!! Evolution failed!!]

[The system has detected that the player doesn't possess a body thus evolution is impossible.]

[Ding!! The system has decided to convert the †Authority† into a item that will be linked to a skill.]

[Ding!! Item created †Void-Blade-Onos†]

[Ding!! Skill created †Death-Ruler-Onos†]

[Ding!! It has been detected that the player is capable of resurrection dose the player intend to resurrect?]