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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_ · Fantasie
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The ancient one!

They left the inn not long after but Damien had said the magical words to the mugged hero. "You're not the chosen one, Calen. You never were. You may have the power of a thousand suns but that doesn't mean anything when you are fighting the real chosen one. Remember, you are nothing compared to the power I possess. You came from nothing and you are nothing." He had said those words knowing full well the hero was conscious even though he was bleeding and gasping.

Damien and Luther galloped through the tough terrains of the Autumn Kingdom. the red leaves that danced with the rhythm of the winds, the early rising star that spread its light like hot butter being neatly spread across a perfect tost. He loved the vibe. The way the wind whispered through the trees and the scent of autumn filled the air. Damien couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as he rode alongside Luther, the horse's hooves thundering against the earth.