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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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Tying loose ends!

People were surprised to see the Duke outside of his room, but none bothered to speak anything as they all had things to do.

Both of them stopped at a large door, it was one of the guest suits.

"Go on," Damien said. "She's been worried about you. Don't make her more sad." He said with a hint of worry just to make it clear he indeed cared about all of them.

"I..." The Duke started. He wanted to say something, but nothing came.

"It's okay Dad. If anything, she will be extremely happy to see you outside of your room. Just go in and talk."

With a determined nod, the Duke knocked on the door.

"Come on in." They heard a sad yet firm voice. The voice which the Duke had heard before, the voice of his wife.

The Duke took a deep breath, and he opened the door.

Damien saw his mother gasping at the sight of her husband, she cupped her mouth and let out a small gasp. She quickly rushed towards him, wrapping her arms around him.