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Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan! To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book! "What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?" Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time... However, is that all? Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation! "Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..." "Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..." == Almost 200,000 words (Around 170 Chapters) available for free! == Some words from author: English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. The first few hundred chapters do have grammar mistakes since I was a beginner at that time. Please bear with me until the grammar and the content gets fleshed out. This is an epic (long form story) instead of a quick wish-fulfillment novel as we follow the story of Davis from the start, so it's bound to be slow but steady. There are epic moments at certain points which my readers have praised repeatedly. Also, the [best harem novel] in the entire Webnovel according to my readers in Discord. == Want to see more official art of the story and discuss the story with others? Join the Discord! Discord and support links https://discord.gg/xcqXR6p https://www.patreon.com/stardust_breaker == Power Stones Ranking (Updated : 29th September 2022) 16th so far Golden Ticket Ranking: 11th so far

You died... Death came... Death says you have to reincarnate... But you don't want to... Death forces you... Well, he shouldn't have done that...

3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters. “Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!” “Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.” Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering. “Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?” Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two! “My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

Alexander Kael Touch, a self-made young billionaire, found his meteoric rise tragically cut short on a school trip. But fate had other plans, whisking him and his classmates away to a realm of swords and magic – a world where power manifested as unique: ''Gifts." While friends awoke to magnificent Gifts, Alex's Gift yielded only two enigmatic guns: one gleaming silver, the other shrouded in black. Worse, he couldn't use magic like his peers, drawing scorn and derision. Yet, fueled by an unyielding spirit and a burning dream, Alex refused to falter. In this new world, he craved not wealth, but the strength to forge his own destiny. One goal burned bright: to rise once more, not to the peaks of financial power, but to the pinnacle of strength and control. This is the chronicle of Alexander Kael Touch, the boy with two guns in a world of wonders. A tale of relentless struggle, forged in the crucible of mockery and doubt. A journey to the apex, where the scorned student will become the ultimate warrior. Whispers of the "Death Guns Master" stir, echoes of a legend rising from slumber. The world may have forgotten them, but they are coming back. †††††††††††† Nickaido's here with D-Guns, do not expect the smartest MC because he was once a billionaire, is still young, he has his flaws, he will learn and grow, so will the other characters. At the beginning other characters are stronger but worry not everything will change starting from around chapter 80 onward. Also sorry in advance because some of the female characters have strong backgrounds but it's for the sake of the future story, this book is just the start, I'm still improving. Sorry in advance, English is not my first language, so they may be grammatical errors and misspelled words. Please bear with me. I'm trying to improve to provide a better story. Starting from chapter 200th, I have started using Grammarly premium to help me with the English, so I think it's become better. As for the earliest chapters, I have started to re-edit them slowly; I will do more as I get more time. Maybe hire a professional editor when I can. Once again, this is not some sophisticated story; it has many flaws, which I'm trying to learn from; however, this doesn't make the story less enjoyable. Would you please give it a try? Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7MRsHg33tv

Gu Qianqian never imagined that the most earth-shattering thing she'd ever done in her life would be to fall in love with a man named Lu Zhanbei. He seemed cold, yet was actually fierce. She asked him, "Is what we're doing... is it wrong?" "We're in love." "But you've never said that you love me." "Some love doesn't need to be voiced!" This is a story of an innocent little lamb walking into the lion’s den, this is a story of a restrained man.

[Fairy CEO falls in love with me] Village farmer fortuitously gains a spiritual cultivation inheritance, defying odds all the way and climbing to the pinnacle of life!

"Master, I'm sorry... It's all my fault that you could not break through before your last moments." "Don't worry, my disciple. I will not die," said Xu Fan as he smiled at his disciple, whose face was covered with tears. “If only… If only I could get you a few more Foundation Establishment Pills..." The genius of the sect knelt on the floor while crying like a baby. Xu Fan looked at his oldest disciple and sighed. He then took out a Foundation Establishment Pill and nonchalantly threw it into his mouth. The next second, divine lights of five different colors filled the world.

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas. This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all. [Cover is copyrighted by Sxperimental]

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years. The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court. Upon waking, Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night, saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha, and, the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze. ... ... He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage. The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start. Golden finger? Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life! "If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night." "........" "Father, save me!"

Two wondrous fruits, one for immortality, the other for strength. After swallowing them, Chu Ning traveled to another world to cultivate the path of immortality. Within a thousand years, Chu Ning said, "Thanks to the wondrous fruit, praise the wondrous fruit, brother awesome." A thousand years later, Chu Ning reflected, "Thank oneself, praise oneself, the struggle is the most beautiful." In this other world, Chu Ning had three famous sayings: The first, "Not driven by profit, one may miss some opportunities, but will never suffer a loss." Secondly, "longevity is just about living a life, so why not take life seriously from the beginning." Thirdly, "if you can get along, you can get along. If you can't get along, you can negotiate. If you can't negotiate, you should kill someone in the downwind of the wind, this way, the ashes can be scattered cleaner…"