I Saved the Scumbag's White Moonlight

All that person’s sweet talk and attentive care were nothing but lies to deceive him.

He gave everything he had, only to receive nine bolts of mystic lightning in return. It was only in the haze of his near-death that he understood: gods are gods, and ghosts are ghosts. One is so pure and exalted as to be beyond reach, while the other is as lowly as dust...

If that was the case, what was wrong with the Star Lord sacrificing him for his true love? To the Star Lord, it was no more than getting rid of a pet he had grown tired of. Perhaps he had never loved him at all.

Perhaps he was not meant to die. A benefactor rescued him, and his soul returned to its original body. When heaven and earth were transformed and the once-mighty Star Lord appeared before him, battered and wounded, what would he do...?