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There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

Battered, injured, jaded and marvellously wreaked. Luis Lee was one of the powerful ability users during the chaotic time of the apocalypse but that was until he found himself reincarnated in a magical world full of hunks and gorgeously powerful moon elves.  At that moment he thought, "Let's live a slow slutty life, (b)itches!" These long-eared hotties needed him for something and the new moon elf lord was determined to do nothing. However, an obnoxious system was added into the mix saying that he is reincarnated in a world of a book. System administrator: This world will usher an Apocalypse after a decade. So enjoy your stay (b)itch. Few days old moon elf lord: Will I ever get a proper rest? A story of a perverted soul who just wanted to get laid starts now. Author's Note: Bearers are another gender of the moon elves. They have PP but has the ability to 'bear children'. This concept is practically like an omegaverse- minus the heat. This is my first ever novel. :) The book cover is a commissioned art made by Kanl Art. Paid by the Author using all the love that the beloved readers gave to this book! Hihihi! Do not use without Author's permission. Contact me @ https://discord.gg/M6N3nDkA

Imsuperberbs20 · LGBT+
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240 Chs

Soul-Element Resonance (3)

On the night of the crescent moon before the fourth full moon of the year, the inhabitants of the Woodrill Plains are riddled with unrest.

Fireal was sprinting toward the direction of Woodrill Lake. His fair skin was pale, and bullets of sweat were dripping down from his forehead. 'Please don't let anything bad happen to my elder brother,' his voiceless prayer carried the weight of his honest heart.

Once he reached the shore, he saw neatly lined up moon elves in white-flowy priest robes kneeling, facing the still blue waters of the lake. The cool night breeze carried their unified chanting.

"Oh, Moon Goddess, the protector of the Moon Elves and our guide, may your spirit bless us with the ability to heal our wounded soul…."

All priests are closing their eyes tight, giving energy to every word their prayers contain.

Fantastical orbs of light hover over their bodies in response to their prayer.