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After living a 'carefree life' and dying a tragic death, Advik thought that everything ended for good. But life is full of surprises and heaven likes to play with everyone. Hence, when he was ready to meet Yama in the netherworld, he opened his eyes in a place called Lost Soul's Realm and met three gods who told him that he died two thousand years ago. As if that was not enough to shock him when he was told that he is just a wandering soul and the only memories he has left are about or related to His Highness Shwet.

Advik: "What the hell did I even do in my past life to deserve this?"

Heaven: "You destroyed the entire empire of the person you loved the most and killed him."

Advik: QAQ

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Slow Burn, Action, Adventure, Romance, Drama, Martial Arts, Supernatural, Ancient Times, Carefree Protagonist, Cruel Characters, Death of Loved Ones, Demonic Cultivation Techniques, Demons, Enemies Become Lovers, Evil Gods, Fantasy World, God-human Relationship, Hiding True Abilities, Long Separations, Love Interest Falls in Love First, Manly Gay Couple, Misunderstandings, Playful Protagonist, Puppeteers, Strong Love Interest, Tragic Past, Angst, Multiple Couples, Devoted Love Interest.

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Trigger warning:

Description of Gore, Gruesome Scene, Blood, Violence, Self-Harm, Harrasment, Sexual Harassment, Manipulation, and other dark issues/theme.

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The cover artwork is drawn by me as well;)

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[BL] The Diabolic Cultivator Thief

Royal Court, Lower North Heaven.

Advik and Shwet followed the mouthy maids and entered the Royal Court after them. The maids placed the food and water near the throne with their heads low and scurried out like they had seen some vicious ghosts - they were too afraid to make even the slightest noise in front of the King.

Advik saw the maids leave like that and frowned before his attention was instantly grabbed by the pitiful scene ahead. Shwet's gaze turned colder as he could only stare in front of him.

The King of Lower North Heaven was sitting on the throne as he looked down from his seat. In between the empty parallel rows of seats for other royal officials, was a seven or eight years old child in a disheveled and awful appearance, chained by heavy spelled chains as he kneeled in front of the King. While two guards behind him stood straight, waiting for any new command from their King.

Chapter 81. The King and Queen