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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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Striking Terror

Klein Zyrus clenched his neck in an effort to stop that invisible hold from choking him to death, but it was no use as he hung in mid-air, shaking his legs as his tongue came out.

"Le-let me go..." He managed to scrape out these words as he gasped.

"Since you met a dead end, there's no need for a way out. Just die."

Davis spoke in a hoarse, ominous voice as he clenched his fist, causing the darkness that enveloped Klein Zyrus to seep into his body, devouring him from within.

"You are… Dead End?" Void Terror's voice echoed from the hidden layers of space.

His doubtful voice instantly ignited a memory fragment within the youths' minds.

'Dead End!? The second-ranked assassin that abruptly soared to prominence in this half a year period!?'