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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 interrogation!

The air was arid and they smelled of blood. The dust kicked up from the skirmish has died down and the sounds of the horses were the only things that could be heard in the distance.

Knights were in a serious job of tying the bandits who offered no resistance to their captures at all.

Their hands were bound with long ropes and are connected to one another. If they were to run away, it would be impossible.

But none of them did.

They were already defeated.

There was no hope of winning against the young lord.

"I never thought we would capture them this easily," said Sir Allister.

"Yes, I guess luck is on our side," said Luther.

Sir Allister looked around at the surroundings. In the middle of the plains, where nothing can be seen except for the lone tent.

"Do you think he is alright?" Sir Allister asked.