My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?!

After appearing in his castle, Alex instantly sniffed a different mood.

It felt heavy… And it was so palpable that Schnee didn't have plans of turning into her humanoid form. Perhaps, her clash with Luxuria was also the reason, but Alex didn't have time to think or deal with Schnee's problem yet.

She was also fine staying in his arms.

"Daddy!" Celia screamed from an unknown direction. Alex blamed his wounds that had started healing just recently. If it weren't for those wounds, he would know where his little dullahan was.

At last, Celia hurtled into Alex's embrace, sharing a spot in his arms with Schnee, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

"I'm here… What has happened?" Alex used his free hand to stroke Celia's hair, gently asking her what had occurred in his absence. He felt heavy, his mood was sour, and he couldn't really bring out a smile – yet he smiled for his daughter.

Celia explained Elias Deathwill's deeds, how he hated her, and what he had done to everyone. That bastard killed Bo and wounded Ubo, Yumia, and Anais; worst, he stole Erin from Alex.

Celia blamed herself for that the most, saying she could've saved Erin.

"Thank you, Celia," Alex whispered weakly, his sound low. Celia lifted her eyes to look at him, finding all the wounds just now. Her little heart trembled, and she couldn't bring herself to say more.

But as Alex gently bumped his forehead into hers, closed his eyes, and continued to stroke her hair, Celia's pain had been utterly appeased, and she could only hug her father back.

They had done everything they could, and it wasn't like Erin couldn't return to her home… Alex surely would save her soon.

Celia understood it the best now!

"Daddy has fought, too?" Celia asked after some time, feeling like it was a good moment to resume talking. Her sister, Veronica, had caught a glimpse of Alex and Schnee's state, so she was already here, too.

Her healing powers swathed Alex.

He replied, "Yes… More enemies appeared… But we will be fine… As long as we are together, no one will be hurt."

"Ok," Celia and Veronica replied, supporting their father.

A few minutes later, Alex went around the castle with Schnee in his hands and his daughters following him. He looked over the casualties on his way to Yumia, Anais, and Ubo… He needed to have a good and warm talk with them.

Although tired, Alex felt a new surge of energy as he crossed the broken corridor. He imagined Elias Deathwill's madness and his sword going after his beloved family members, angering him more.

He kept those feelings quenched within his heart, but Alex slammed his clenched fist into the wall at the end of the corridor. His frustration echoed through the castle, and everyone fixed their eyes on him…

"I thought we would have an easier time… since we've leveled up… But if we hadn't, we would've died already… No, we would've been enslaved…" Alex gritted his teeth, glaring at the cold floor.

He could only imagine a good future after his good time in Winged Realm. If it weren't for Veronica's event and the cruelty he had seen from other winged people, his journey to that realm would be one of the best.

That was what Alex believed in. At least he and Stella had a good daughter and saved many lives after that incident.

Still, he had been optimistic.

The world moved forward, and so did its antagonists, crushing Alex's hopes. Even worse, he was too tired to properly think and control himself. He just scared his daughters with his sudden reaction.

But deep inside, Alex had enough. He had enough of Elias Deathwill and his plans. He decided that he would finally end that chapter known as ‘Scum Of Deathwill'. To end it swiftly, Alex planned to find the remaining Elias' wives who carried sins.

He couldn't let them get used by Elias or Blackburn Blade.

In Alex's heart, a new kind of wrath started forming itself. That hatred would allow him to fan out his sin's power and use it against various enemies. The wrath simply wanted to end all matters with kills, no pacifist way.

But as if laughing at him, the realm that Deathwill Castle was perched on cracked and started significantly changing.

Alex and others reared their heads out of the window, then gasped, "What's happening now?"

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The final battle was about to end in a continent of holiness and darkness.

Facing the monster known as the antagonist's leader, the soul grave-keeper lifted his eyes to look at his face properly. He was on his knees, propelling himself on his staff.

His undead monsters had fallen, and their truly dead bodies littered the continent.

"I told you, didn't I? I never lose," Yasir smiled, swathing in holiness with his beautiful creation behind him. He also had his demon outside and his demonic army surrounding the old man.

Yasir continued, "You've stolen the Legendary Necromancer's class from the player and gave all his power to your daughter. I wonder why that man died with a smile; perhaps he had been expecting that?

Ah… You aren't in a mood for a talk, I see… Are you looking at the memories of your life, good and bad moments, as it is rumored? I don't know if that's the case since I was reborn as the antagonist, you know." Yasir chuckled.

But the soul grave-keeper was just muttering something quietly. No one could hear him, even Yasir, who stood before him.

And the tanned man was engrossed in his victory talk, "Your daughter is lucky that you were able to send her to the Dullahan Kingdom. I can't step in carelessly yet… Hmm… I think she might have a hard time here, though."

And then, the soul grave-keeper roared, "I will leave a stamp on this world! The Undead shall never die! The Undead shall never stop killing others! That's the purpose of those who go against the concept of life and death!

Embrace death, the element that kills!

Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soul grave-keeper's body flashed with a blue light. Even though he had no mana, he used some kind of secret technique.

Yasir didn't know what it was. But as he turned around and saw the undead trembling, his eyes narrowed. He had an inkling that the old man had brought them back to life, but that was not the case.

Instead, a different kind of undead had come out from beneath the fallen undead, as if they had dug through the pits underground.

"Haha!" the soul grave-keeper howled with laughter.

His eyes flashed with the message.

[Your project ‘Embrace the death' has clashed with the goddess' blessings across the whole Avander World. You have prematurely activated them.]

"Haha!" the old man roared even more! In his last moments, he actually achieved something as significant as touching the absolute concept created by the goddess herself! It was a concept that had been brewing for the future, yet he activated it sooner than the goddess herself had expected.

Such a grand achievement!

Yasir's face twisted uglily, and he lifted his sword to kill the old man.

‘Eva… Can you hear me?' the soul grave-keeper used his last drops of mana to send a message to his daughter. She heard him well. ‘Your cute undead… Your weird ideas… I always found peace in them…'

Eva Mora silently cried in a foreign realm.