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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.

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The Five Guardians (4)

In the midst of this tense encounter, as Damien stood poised to confront the archer, fate took an unexpected twist. Suddenly, a cacophony of frenzied growls and barks shattered the air. A pack of feral dogs, wild and untamed, lunged forward with savage intent, their teeth bared and eyes gleaming with a primal hunger.

The abruptness of their attack caught Damien off guard for a split second. The archer's struggle faded into the background as a new threat emerged from the shadows. The dogs, driven by instinct and a desperate need for sustenance, launched themselves at him with unrestrained ferocity.

In that brief moment, the battlefield transformed into a chaotic tableau of frenetic movement and bared fangs. The clash of steel and the echo of arrows were replaced by the snarls and yelps of the canine assailants. Their presence was a stark reminder that the undead horde was not the only danger in this macabre landscape.