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There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

Battered, injured, jaded and marvellously wreaked. Luis Lee was one of the powerful ability users during the chaotic time of the apocalypse but that was until he found himself reincarnated in a magical world full of hunks and gorgeously powerful moon elves.  At that moment he thought, "Let's live a slow slutty life, (b)itches!" These long-eared hotties needed him for something and the new moon elf lord was determined to do nothing. However, an obnoxious system was added into the mix saying that he is reincarnated in a world of a book. System administrator: This world will usher an Apocalypse after a decade. So enjoy your stay (b)itch. Few days old moon elf lord: Will I ever get a proper rest? A story of a perverted soul who just wanted to get laid starts now. Author's Note: Bearers are another gender of the moon elves. They have PP but has the ability to 'bear children'. This concept is practically like an omegaverse- minus the heat. This is my first ever novel. :) The book cover is a commissioned art made by Kanl Art. Paid by the Author using all the love that the beloved readers gave to this book! Hihihi! Do not use without Author's permission. Contact me @ https://discord.gg/M6N3nDkA

Imsuperberbs20 · LGBT+
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239 Chs

The Great Hustle of the Thirteen Clans (3)

A/N: super long chapter ahead...

It didn't even take 15 minutes for the elders and Luis' trusted subordinates to come. 

After a few rounds of apologies and pacifying the frustrated Olyn, they all moved on to settle themselves in their respective seats.

The same seats that Luis ordered the earth power sentinels to make at the last minute. 

On the newly repaired stage, there lie three special seats. The one in the center appears to be the most intimidating with its wide and tall backrest and curved armrest. The design is simple just like the other two but at a glance, it is obvious it is meant for the extraordinary presence of today, the moon elf lord.

Luis sat there with his short legs swinging from time to time. His fingers gently caressed the white chick who was comfortably resting on his lap, totally unbothered by the alternate motions from his two swinging legs.

"Seems like you are getting too comfortable in a short time, little birdie?"