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Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him. He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for. And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer. ... I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed. What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy. Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story. Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious. Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first. NO NTR Join the discord server https://discord.gg/yPtRt29tAg There are pictures of Eve, Sophia, Edeline, and many more. Check out the discord channel, if you want to see the characters. If you want to donate for commissioning art, then check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/harlyboy Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

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Chapter 229 Kiara

"Even so, please let me try, master."

Aldred raised an eyebrow when the lion-man called him 'master'. Well, having a talented student wasn't that bad.

Parthos charged forward and executed three quick spear attacks. Aldred did not move and let the spear come at him. But that was a fake attack, before it landed, the spear was being pulled back. This happened three times before Parthos thrust towards his chest.

That was when Aldred tilted his body. Parthos immediately slammed his spear to Aldred's face, but Aldred did not move, because the spear was suddenly being pulled back and stabbed at his leg instead.

Aldred calmly raised his leg and stepped on the spear, making it stick in the ground.

"It's real! You can see all of my fake attacks!"

"Told ya."

"How did you do it, master?"

"Practice. Try staring at a fly's wings, and count how many flaps it did per minute. If you can do that, you would have good eyesight like me."

"I will do that."