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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_ · Fantaisie
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After running for what felt like an eternity, their eyes finally caught sight of a massive iron gate looming ahead. It stood as a symbol of both protection and uncertainty, guarded by a contingent of heavily armed soldiers. The soldiers, their armor gleaming in the dim light, turned their heads towards the group sprinting towards them. Their eyes showed a mix of wariness and readiness, prepared to defend the gate at any cost.

"We have arrived, your grace," the guide said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion. The unusually large raven that had been guiding them flew back and perched on top of him, its eyes darting around vigilantly, as if guarding their path.

The Winter King's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gate. It represented a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded them. The hope for safety and refuge rekindled within his weary soul.