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The Death Of Vishnu A

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.
Stardust_Breaker · 22.5M Views

Incarnation of Lord Vishnu

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.
Oyex_Sabiansyah · 10.8K Views

She Has the Eyes of Death

Thya D’Arcy is no ordinary noble. Cursed with the ability to see how and when people will die with just a glance into their eyes, she’s spent her life shrouded in guilt, fear, and isolation. When she foresees the slow, inevitable death of her best friend, Avyanna—crown princess and heir to the Maximillian throne—Thya is paralyzed by the knowledge. Bound by her curse and unable to change fate, she keeps the truth to herself, even as Avyanna’s condition worsens. A year later, Avyanna is dead. And Daisuke, her fiery, vengeful younger brother, ascends to the throne as Crown Prince. He knows Thya was hiding something. He suspects her silence cost his sister her life. His once-mocking disdain turns to ruthless hatred as he plots his revenge. Meanwhile, Thya retreats from the world, burdened by the torment of her gift and consumed by self-loathing. But peace isn’t an option when the Imperial Crown Princess Trials are announced. Daisuke pulls strings to ensure Thya is summoned—forced to compete for the very throne she never wanted, knowing full well the arena will break her. Terrified of dying in the lion’s den of political intrigue and vengeance, Thya does the unthinkable: she looks into her own eyes in the mirror to see her fate. Her vision? Her own death by Daisuke’s hand, a dagger buried deep in her chest. Trapped in a game she can’t escape, Thya is thrust into the Imperial Palace—her life now a ticking clock. She must survive the Crown Prince’s wrath, navigate cutthroat politics, and somehow protect herself from the cruel twist of fate she’s seen. Yet, in the shadow of hatred, something unexpected sparks. Because when emotions run as hot as theirs, hatred and love are closer than anyone dares admit. And for Thya and Daisuke, that line might just be fatal.
AnnGuslavia · 41K Views
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