Stardust_Breaker

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..."

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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.

Divine Emperor of Death

Edgar Alstreim appeared shocked at Davis's statement that his lips couldn't help but tremble.

Davis simply cast a gaze at the equally shocked Lia Alstreim before he returned his gaze and shook his head.

"The chances are fifty-fifty. My treatment either has a chance to work completely or utterly fail, but I muse that there are no untoward consequences to my treatment method. Even if there is, I reckon that it would not be anything dangerous."

Davis spoke with such confidence that Edgar Alstreim did not know what to say as his mouth remained agape in amazement and dumbfoundedness.

If it were any other man who had said these words to him, he would've mockingly snickered and perhaps even given a slap or two to the scammer, but these words were from his grandson, the person who had healed his dantian!

How could he not hope to believe!?

Ambiguous Intent?