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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_ · Fantasía
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The Master of Flames (2)

The flames, once harnessed as an extension of his will, now began to warp his reality, gnawing at the edges of his sanity. As the inferno raged, so did something within him—an insidious transformation that ate away at his sense of self, replacing it with a delusion of grandeur.

In that moment, amidst the blazing chaos, he felt invincible. A tide of power surged through him, bolstering his ego until it swelled to proportions as vast and untamed as the very flames he commanded. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady rush that intoxicated his thoughts and clouded his judgment.

Images of conquest and dominion swirled in his mind, visions of kings and lords bowing before him, their pride shattered as they groveled for his favor. He envisioned himself a ruler, a sovereign of unchallenged authority. His thoughts ran wild, and he reveled in the intoxicating notion that he could have anything he desired.