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The Book of Lilivil: All my wives are witches

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

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Departure

"Devil king… how long have you been hiding over there? I had a feeling you were watching the match, trying to gauge my strength, are we?" Rugard uttered, his former frustration dissipating as a slow smile graced his weathered features.

Ethan's chains, their dark links glinting faintly in the dim light, remained coiled around Rugard's calloused hand. The air crackled with an unexpected tension as Rugard's voice carried on, each word laced with curiosity, "You're strange if anything, you were watching all this time and I couldn't even sense you…"

Rugard's gaze was fixed on Ethan, his eyes searching for something in the depths of the enigmatic stranger's gaze. A breeze swept through the glade, ruffling the edges of their garments and carrying with it the faintest echo of a far-off melody.

Not far away, one of Rugard's wives, her raven hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, regarded Ethan with a mixture of intrigue and suspicion.