Chapter 512: Night In Hell-III

It was luck. He lacked luck. 

Hallow know that since he first realized he was a grim reaper, the thing he lacked the most was luck. The part in his life where he was accused as a traitor by the rest of the reapers was only the tipping point of the iceberg. It wasn't an exaggeration to say Elise's arrival was his ultimate blessing.

"Life was a shit and now it is giving me more shits," said Hallow. His body was tied by a rope while he was settled in the small table inside a bar reeking the sharp stench of alcohol. He looked at the humans who were drinking stuff that look like a human's urine to him.

"I didn't know that by living in the mortal world, it will cause you to curse every five seconds, Hallow," said the elf man who was sitting in front of him. The man's name if he didn't forgot was Maxwell. "You curses for life no less when you have died."