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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.

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The carnival

The Four Boarder city was full of lights and explosions, like a carnival. The city wall was decorated with paper lanterns, and the sounds of martial music wafted across the air.

The streets were packed with people, and many of the houses had been given over to the celebration.

People of various races dance with rhythm and common accord. Some were holding torches, some were singing, some were performing magic, while others were dancing on tables.

A small girl was jumping in front of an elf, spinning and skipping around her. The elf was watching her with a smile, trying to keep up with her pace, but she was failing.

A group of adventurers were sitting at a table, drinking and eating. They were talking about the next dungeon that they would dive into.

"I can't wait to go to the dungeon!" shouted one of them.

"Yeah, I know! The dungeon is the best place ever!"

"We're not going to die there!"