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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
分數不夠
266 Chs

The Master of Puppet (3)

Damien's visage contorted, a mixture of disbelief and revulsion as his gaze landed upon an unimaginable and grotesque tableau that defied all sense of normalcy.

Before him, the fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist, as though the very fabric of life was being manipulated by a macabre artist. It was as if the undead before him were not mere beings but grotesque sculptures, a grotesque fusion of human remains twisted and melded together in an unnatural dance of death and decay.

The sight that confronted him was a nightmarish spectacle, a surreal embodiment of horror that threatened to haunt his thoughts for eternity. It was as though the undead had been subjected to some unholy and blasphemous experiment, their forms melted, reshaped, and reanimated into something that defied the laws of nature.