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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_ · 奇幻
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266 Chs

The Guardians of the gates!

With the cover of darkness as his ally, Damien executed a masterful vanishing act right under the noses of the churchgoers.

His speech had hit them like a horror movie marathon, leaving them wide-eyed and jittery, as they suddenly grasped that the necromancer's lair was essentially just a stone's throw away from their cozy church haven.

Even if they weren't convinced, he was fully ready to leave them frozen there.

With all his affairs settled, Damien retrieved his belongings from the priest's office, feeling a sense of satisfaction as his "Monke" was safely back in his possession. He also indulged in a hearty meal, replenishing his energy for the impending challenges.

The Dwarf, although still wearing a grumpy expression, managed to muster up a half-hearted apology, his pride clearly wrestling with his begrudging acknowledgement of the situation.

He gazed at the starry sky. Even though the ground was on a shit show, the sky was as beautiful as ever.