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He only wanted a life where he would stop running from himself. 

But when Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with his friends, he dies after taking one sip. 

He has been summoned into Atreaum as its new court mortician, by the Half-Dead Queen Marguerite. Lucian expects to be knee-deep in embalming fluid and corpses--not a world where death has been removed entirely. 

But when Lucian rings a forbidden bell in Staesis and breaks the illusion, he awakens something more dangerous than ghosts: memory.

Now hunted by the very Queen who gave him his title, shadowed by a stitched girl born from someone else's grief, and pursued by a Spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian finds himself unraveling both the world’s systems — and himself.

As he uncovers the truth behind the Mortician’s legacy, an orchard that grows from sorrow, and a forgotten Daughter who was never meant to choose love, Lucian must decide what kind of death is worth writing…

…and which ones deserve to live.

From Corpse to Crown: Reborn as a Mortician in Another World

After the battle, silence returned, but not peace.

Elian stepped back, blood still on his lip and eyes closed. It was like he was trying to contain something venomous inside of him.

Lucian approached slowly and lifted the coat's fur-lined hood onto his head to protect him from the cold. "Elian…"

After all that, I still worry for him. It was an absurd thought, especially because he was the reason why they escaped to the north in the first place.

But the shadow-mortician cut him off with a scoff, turning sharply toward the others still in the broken throne room: Alice, Merry, and Cadrel. The chamber flickered with post-ritual light.

"You'll write this down, won't you?" Elian said, voice colder than the remains of Chateau Magnifique. "The part where I lost control."

Huh? Lucian stared at him, confused. "What are you talking about? I'm no longer part of the Crown. I don't have to report any of this."

An Uneasy Summons