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The Book of Lilivil: All my wives are witches

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

Kirito_K5 · Fantasy
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268 Chs

The hidden underground tunnel II

Ethan's voice reverberated softly in the dimly lit tunnel as he traversed its winding path, his outstretched hand tracing the rough surface of the wall for guidance. The labyrinthine nature of this hidden realm left him pondering its purpose, uncertainty lingering in his every step.

"Is this... some kind of hidden labyrinth?" Ethan muttered, his words barely audible amidst the hushed ambience that enveloped him. With each careful stride, his senses remained heightened, attuned to the mysterious energy that seemed to permeate the very air he breathed.

Suddenly, Ethan's advance came to an abrupt halt as the tunnel ahead descended into impenetrable darkness. The comforting touch of the wall, which had guided him thus far, abruptly vanished. He sighed in mild frustration, his hand instinctively reaching to scratch his head, as if trying to alleviate the mounting stress.