Killer Frost and Katana felt their hands and feet go cold as they stared at each other.
"Did you... did you see what it looked like?"
Katana shook her head: "But from the voice, I could tell he should be a man."
"I seriously doubt if he's even human right now."
Killer Frost was already contemplating retreat, but Katana said, "We should go in again."
"Are you crazy?" Killer Frost frowned.
Katana just shook her head, "If he wanted to kill us, he could have done so directly. There's no need to spare our lives."
Killer Frost was pensive; there was some truth to what was said.
"You mean he intentionally let us go? Why?"
"That's the question we need to figure out." With that, Katana sheathed her soul taker and walked back into the control room.
Killer Frost weighed her options and felt it would be hard to survive at sea alone, so she had no choice but to follow her in.
This time, they saw that back again; he was still sitting in the same chair, exactly as before.
"Excuse me, who exactly are you?"
Katana chose not to draw her sword this time but approached with reverence.
"I have many names."
The tall man turned around, his face obscured by a black cloak, with only a pair of golden pupils faintly visible under the hood, inspiring awe.
"This is no longer the realm of the living; you shouldn't be here."
"We… came here looking for someone," Katana hesitated.
"I know." The man nodded, but then he added, "The living beings in this submarine are now my property."
Katana and Killer Frost exchanged glances, both with the same thought: the people here were indeed killed by him.
But the fact that there were no bodies made them shiver with fear.
They dared not think too much or ask too many questions.
However, Katana knew more than Killer Frost; she could communicate with the souls within the soul taker.
So she could feel that they feared him, feared the man in front of them.
This was something she had never encountered before, and at this moment, a sudden thought struck her: she didn't sense any hostility from the man.
Thus, to Killer Frost's surprise and even shock, she asked the man in front of her, "I have something I'd like to ask of you. Are you willing to listen?"
The man under the cloak curved his lips slightly upward.
"Yes, as long as you are willing to pay the price."
Upon hearing this, Killer Frost immediately grabbed Katana, growling in a low voice into Katana's ear.
"Do you know what you're doing?!"
"If we don't find a way to get out of here, we might never leave. I have a feeling this deal isn't entirely bad…"
Killer Frost didn't know where Katana got her confidence. Had this woman practiced martial arts until she was stupid, or was she bewitched?
But Katana had practiced kendo for many years, and these types of warriors trusted their intuition the most, which could also be called a swordsman's instinct. It was like a whim, something that could be encountered but not sought after.
The last time she trusted her intuition, she obtained the family heirloom soul taker. This time, she would continue to trust this intuition as always.
And her intuition told her that the man before her was very likely a God.
Her family worshipped Shintoism, so they held all Gods in reverence.
The tall man nodded, "I am the messenger of dreams, and the guide of Death. Mortal, speak your wish."
Upon hearing this tone, Katana knew she had guessed correctly; the man before her was indeed a God.
She even speculated that this God might be a God of Atlantis.
And based on his self-introduction just now, he was very likely here to guide the souls of Atlantis.
This was very reasonable!
They had all seen the devastation of Atlantis; there were almost no living people left there.
If there truly was a God of Death responsible for this area, it wasn't impossible for them to encounter him.
Moreover, she had already learned through the soul taker that this Atlantis incident was actually a case committed by alien races led by Peacemaker.
Then it was very understandable that this God of Death massacred the people on the submarine. His jurisdiction was completely slaughtered by a bunch of foreign species. Even a Buddha would get angry, wouldn't he?
Dane himself didn't know it, but without him saying anything, Katana had already filled in all the causes and effects for him.
The man standing in this submarine was, of course, him, but he was standing here as the God of Death, not Shazam.
Katana respectfully made her request: "My Lord, I hope we can leave this sea area and return to land."
Dane nodded: "You can, but the price is your soul."
"Shit!" Killer Frost knew the other party was going to demand a hefty price. Before Katana could speak, she objected.
"What if we refuse?"
Dane chuckled softly.
"Even if you don't agree, I can wait until you are lost at sea, tormented by loneliness until you commit suicide, and then I will take your souls."
"The departed souls in this vast ocean are all my property. From the moment you entered, your souls no longer belonged to you."
Dane wasn't scaring them with these words. As a legitimate God of Death, a top-tier Death walker stamped by Death herself.
As long as he wished, all souls within his sight could be his property.
Moreover, he was not bound by the rules of the Old Gods. Ordinary Gods of Death could not directly kill humans.
Otherwise, if they could directly kill people and take their souls, wouldn't their performance skyrocket like a Rocket?
But Dane could, yet he chose to be more restrained as both a man and a God. He didn't choose to do so… If he disregarded the consequences and wantonly killed people to take their souls to enhance his divine power, wouldn't he become the kind of demon he most despised? Just a ghoul.
But even without doing that, this power still had other uses.
When Killer Frost heard Dane's words, her heart immediately sank. The truth hurts precisely because it is true.
If this man truly did as he said, then it seemed no matter what she did, it would be useless.
Damn Amanda Waller!
Killer Frost, having no ideas, could only curse Amanda repeatedly in her mind. It was because of this fat woman that she found herself in this predicament.
But before she could curse Waller to her Grandpa's generation in her mind, Katana had already made up her mind.
Their people of Japan could even gamble with their national destiny, let alone a mere soul?
"If you can grant my request, I am willing to offer my soul."
Killer Frost was stunned. She realized she had underestimated the Japanese woman's courage. This was a ruthless person!
Dane raised his head, and his golden irises glowed, his golden eyes meeting Katana's eyes.
Katana suddenly felt like she had lost something.
She thought back carefully and suddenly realized it was her name.
Her name was… Her name was… What was her name again?
Dane extended his arm, and a pitch-black barb, the Kiss of Death, emerged from the tip of his long index finger.
Katana felt a dense aura of Death envelop her, and the primal fear of a living creature warned her frantically.
But she endured it!
The Kiss of Death lightly touched Katana's mask, on the red 0.7 small circular center.
A sanitary napkin worn on the head, how ugly!
A mass of black substance spread outwards from the tip of the black barb, instantly dyeing her mask pure black.
Under the mask, Katana's sclera turned black, and her irises turned red. She also exhibited divine power similar to Dane's, but much weaker.
Gods can bestow a portion of their power upon believers.
Like the Spider God Anansali, who can grant Vixen the tantu totem, sharing his divine power with believers.
Like Nabu, who can share his divine power with Kent Nelson.
Dane, as a legitimate God of Death, naturally possessed this ability, but he didn't need believers or faith, so he had never done so before.
But Katana? Dane thought she would be a good Katana.
When she decided to offer her soul to him, she also, in effect, offered her life and even her loyalty to him.
No different from a believer.
"I have accepted your name. From now on, your new name shall be Katana."
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