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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

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King Ozias of Duat

"Destroying the veil of Duat, forceful entry into a closed-off realm, sneaking about the realm without registering with the authorities, all of these are crimes worthy of death. Please tell this king, How do you want to die?"

Xaloc looked up at the figure who was lazing on a throne made of jewels. He wore a tank top and white silk trousers, not at all the semblance of royalty. He had an imposing aura no doubt and yet with the aura of majesty, his eyes were filled with amusement and laziness. The crown of the top of his head tilted ever so slightly like it was about to fall off.

"Ozias!" Xaloc called, a smile playing on his lips. He could feel the frowns of the guards that surrounded the room but he did not particularly care.