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Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Do not buy privilege chapters for this month! I repeat, do not! I'm taking a break from writing. I'll come back sometime later. But not this month, though. The editing chapter would be released sometime later too. I'm exhausted, sorry for the inconvenience. Death! Such a powerful phenomenon holds the truth about the living. But when you're dead while "masturbating" it is another matter and when you find death isn't the end, it is also another matter. Damien was just your average perverted young man, who just doesn't even have time to tame his little dragon. He dreamt about becoming a small-time villain in the novel called 'Blood & Throne,' where the villain named Damien Von Zadkiel, was just a useless and perverted son of a powerful duke. He got away with pretty much everything; he slept with the most beautiful of beautiful ladies. Hell, he even slept with Queens and other important ladies from the noble households. He enjoyed life until he triggered the 'War of the four Kingdoms,' when he slept with the Winter Queen on her marriage bed. The Winter King who came back after defeating the ice demon found them snuggled under his bed. This triggered the tension between the kingdoms to break out, ultimately resulting in the war. But before he could even watch his own doings, our villain got killed by the so-called protagonist for enslaving his girl. But even his death was worth it as he got to enjoy everything fine in his life. Fine ladies, fine food, money, and everything you could dream of. The office Damien wanted a life like that, where he could just leisurely enjoy everything. Fate had other plans for Damien, as he suddenly died of a heart attack while taming his roaring dragon and finds himself in the body of his very own idol.

Eternal_Ruler_ · Fantasy
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The Master of Puppet (5)

He felt like he was floating, like a leaf carried by a gentle breeze. But it wasn't a new place. He'd been here earlier today, and it was because he hadn't succeeded that he was back again.

A pang of shame settled in his chest. He couldn't believe he had been defeated by a bunch of bones. It was embarrassing and made him feel really small. He thought he must look so weak. He wished his master were here, so he could just smack his head and maybe scold him a little.

Even though he felt bad about failing, he wanted to look around. It was strange how this place felt so familiar, like he'd visited it long ago, not just today.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. He wondered if he even had a body anymore, or if he was just a floating thought. He gave it another go, but the result was the same.