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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 Five Guardians (2)

One was down, and four to go.

The whip-wielding guard, who had managed to break free from the icy confinement that held him moments ago, launched himself into another assault, his movements fueled by a desperate determination. However, Damien's senses were keenly attuned to the unfolding danger.

Anticipating the whip's trajectory, Damien gracefully sidestepped the venomous arc of the lash. The whip crackled through the air with a sinister hiss, yet it found only the unforgiving ground as its target. The resounding impact sent tremors rippling through the earth, a testament to the whip's potential ferocity.

With a fluid grace that bordered on choreography, Damien's sword descended in a perfect arc. The blade cleaved through the air, a swift and determined execution that met the whip's taut length. The impact was met with a resounding clash, a harmonious collision of steel that sent a symphony of sparks scattering into the night.