The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 132: Chapter 128: Completing The Subclass Trial

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Chapter 128: Completing The Subclass Trial ----- Darkness took over my mind, as I felt like my life was slowly ending. I had gone above and beyond, and I felt like wanting to take a long nap, one that could recover me from all the stress and pain I went through. “Anna!” I just wanted to relax. Yet this darkness felt cold, not like the comforting darkness of sleeping. Was this the shadow of death? “Are you healing her, Isaac?” Was it creeping into my soul to take me away? “I’m doing all I can; she’s alive, but she’s not waking up yet.” The voices of my friends echoed somewhere, yet I couldn’t find them yet. “ANNA!” Inferna’s screams meant she was still alive; that was relieving. Yet… Where am I? “You…” Suddenly, a completely different-sounding voice echoed. I looked around the darkness, yet the only thing I could find amidst it were two bluish flames and a calm, gentle river. The more I looked into this river, the more I noticed it made countless strange faces, and the more I looked into the faraway landscape, the more warped it seemed. I am in the World Between, a land where those that are between life and death visit, usually to be dragged to their deaths by a God of Death. And if that’s the case... “You, the one that held my weapon’s last fragment...” “Who…?” I looked around and then back into the two flames, as their light suddenly gave way to the figure of something—a pale man with empty eyes, wearing a black cloak. He extended his skeletal, thin arms towards me, his long claws reaching my head. “The long-lost treasure I once held...” He muttered again. “You broke it.” “You’re…?!” I muttered, feeling completely helpless as the darkness wrapped around my body completely. “I am nobody else than the one you think I am.” The being spoke, his body seemingly growing taller and taller the more I looked at him, a seamless being. “I am Thanatos.” “N-No way… One constellation after another.” I sighed. “Give me a break.” “You seem unshaken by my appearance, despite being a mortal.” He spoke. “You... in what sort of eyes do you see the world surrounding you?” “In the eyes of truth, I only see a poor man, shackled and betrayed by his siblings,” I said, smiling back at him. “Thanatos… Leave; I will not go to the River of Styx yet. Not yet.” “…” Thanatos seemed flabbergasted by my words. “You talk as if you always knew who I was... You stole and broke my scythe, and now you tell me not to take your soul away, mortal?” “What else can I do now than plead for mercy?” I laughed. “Instead of my soul, you can take a hundred others.” I pointed my hand at him, and as a hundred souls emerged from the Urn of Ramses, the God was shocked, quickly grasping them with his weak hands and devouring them. “Hahhh… Food…!” He muttered weakly. As he moved to eat the souls, I noticed how his arms and legs were chained. “You were only able to reach me because of the Scythe, wasn’t it?” I asked. “Did they do this to you?” “…” Thanatos remained in silence. “Olympus betrayed me... I am alone. Yet why... do I see such a light of compassion in the eyes of someone I’ve never spoken to before?” “…” I remained silent as I recalled the fate of poor Thanatos in the original story. Despite being a Constellation, he was also someone I wanted to save. From a fate worse than death. “When the Gigantomachia comes, they will find a use for you,” I said. “And it won’t be pretty…” “Urgh…” Thanatos groaned weakly, the shadows encompassing me suddenly weakening as they wrapped around him, revealing his weak physique, with short black hair, pale skin, and depressed-looking blue eyes. His actual appearance wasn’t that scary; he seemed to be slightly older than me in appearance alone. “With my scythe broken, now... I will soon…” “I guess you wanted to get my soul, thinking you could get some of that power back, right?” I asked, looking at him pitifully. “Why... do you seem to understand me so well?” He wondered, coughing. “Who exactly are you?” “Name’s Anna.” I smiled, holding his we