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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 Seventh steps!

Months had passed since Damien and the baby crow embarked on their journey from the third step of the mountain. The peaceful days in their newfound companionship had brought solace to Damien's tormented soul. As they continued their ascent, the bond between them grew stronger, each step forging a deeper connection.

It was during one calm evening, as they rested near a crystal-clear stream, that Damien gazed at the baby crow with a warm smile. "You know, my feathered friend," he began, his voice gentle and filled with affection, "I think it's time to give you a name."

The Baby Crow tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with curiosity. Damien's hand reached out to stroke her sleek feathers as he continued, "From this day forward, you shall be known as Aviora. It suits you, my loyal companion."