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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.

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Young Mistress? Maid?

"Davis, you're here!~" Claire smiled with joy as she saw her son return.

"Yea..." Davis pursed his lips as he walked towards him, his mind running numerous calculations in utter confusion.

'Okay, I know mother said that she enslaved her but to think that Nora Alstreim would really act as a maid...' His brows couldn't help but imperceptibly twitch.

Once Nora Alstreim finished pouring tea for both Claire and Logan, she bowed and took two steps back, like a maid. Her cheeks were crimson, but she seemed to hold whatever embarrassment she felt. The only thing different was that she still wore the Young Mistress's specific and unique white robe.

She appeared alluring in her plight, but it seemed like his parents were living the high life. 

"Nora, get a seat for my son," Claire spoke cordially.