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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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The Church (7)

"Eh, what did you say...?" the dwarf exclaimed, his voice filled with suspicion as the young man's words trailed off. "You think you can order us around? You devil spawn!" The dwarf's face contorted with anger, his eyes narrowing at the apparent threat. A frigid shiver ran down his spine, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from the clustered people.

The room, once filled with tense voices, suddenly grew colder, an unsettling shift in the air that seemed to freeze both time and breath.

The atmosphere was charged with an otherworldly energy, and an eerie silence descended as everyone felt the weight of impending doom.

The dwarf's face contorted in a sudden and unsettling realization of the rapidly unfolding situation. The anger that had twisted his features just moments ago was now replaced by an unmistakable fear, his eyes widening as if comprehending a dire threat.