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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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266 Chs

The wreckage!

He had forgotten something, something about the large pirate ship. Cannons!

Just as he thought that a loud and ancient voice bellowed through the chaotic air. "Fire!"

He was late and he saw with a foreboding of death as the large black projectiles spit from the pirate ship and crashed against the deck of his own ship. The force of the impact sent his body flying, his head colliding against the wooden planks with a resounding thud.

Damien groaned, his head throbbing from the impact.

The first round of cannon fired and hundreds of men and pirates alike lie dead or injured on the deck of the ship.

As he struggled to his feet, the world swayed violently around him. A sudden bout of nausea overtook him and he staggered backward, barely managing to hold on to the railing.

Half of the ship was gone, splintered and drowning. The captain was nowhere to be seen, nor were many others.