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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

"You will not tell me - the King of Lower North Heaven - what to do," the King sneered. He gently touched his Queen's cheek. Her eyes were moist and red as she looked at him with fear and anger. He smiled with a satisfaction. "Forgive me, I should have not hit you," he said looking in his wife's terror-filled eyes and pulled her into his arms.

The woman could only shiver very subtly as she coaxed herself that her husband was a kind person and only lost his composure because he had come from an arduous journey and was exhausted. She fought the urge to let the water fall down from the edge of her eyes as she clutched her husband's cloth that was draping over his shoulder.

She leaned her head on her Husband's chest as the image of the child being dragged away somewhere came into her mind - making her heart thump. She could tell where they might have taken the child to.

'I cannot let you venture towards such an unethical path, Your Majesty.'

Chapter 82. The Prison and The Child