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Divine Emperor of Death

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! == Cover Title Edit credits goes to Hesreth! == English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. == 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 Other than this, I'm planning for individual mass releases as well but don't rely on it.

Stardust_Breaker · Eastern
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A New Life

"If only Leader Daniuis didn't..." Someone in their group uttered but an angry cry shut them up.

"Shut your mouth!" Lucia angrily glared at the person who spoke, a feeling of disgust welled up within her. Her eyebrows were narrowed in rage.

They rely on her father when he's at the top, leading the Cloud Spring Mercenaries to reign as the Mercenary King but change their tune when he's down? Is there such a good thing in the world?

Like the person who spoke, she had seen many people betray their mercenary group in the face of danger, maybe for the benefits or for their survival.

She came to hold a deep amount of hatred and disgust for these people no matter what their reason maybe. They had made their choice and she made hers, even staining her hands with their blood.