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MILF Harem Of Legends

Fate Grimsever was just your average filthy rich young master. When Fate was killed by Truck-kun while playing a video game called Final Countdown. Fate could not believe the irony of dying to a video game. Well, he should have known better since Fate is an extremely paranoid and prepared individual. Now Fate finds himself reincarnated into the novel world Blissful Paradise. Where he plays the mob character of the hated Duke Fate Grimsever. Someone who shares the same name as Fate. In this world, the hero Nimrod Bloodsworn is surrounded by all kinds of green tea bitch heroines. These heroines are simply cheap substitutes for the real discarded heroines. The author was not happy with how powerful he made them so they were discarded and disgraced like trash. But these older discarded women are Fate's targets for his harem. Because Fate is the legendary MILF Hunter. Someone who will soon surround himself with some extremely powerful but mentally unstable women. But Fate would not have it any other way. Now Fate has decided to just sit back and relax as his new harem brings the world to the brink of destruction. All for the man who healed them in mind, body, and soul. Well, maybe not so much the mind part. But that's just a minor detail. Join Fate Grimsever And His Deranged MILF Harem Of Legends. Readers are welcome to join my discord to chat with me and join my growing writer community. Let's have fun together. https://discord.com/invite/Rc7SgFMEsp

EverStone · Fantasy
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The Devil Lord

As the high-level devil said this, the devil who pierced him in the gut suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out hundreds of spiders onto the high-level devil.

Then the mid-level devil puppet fell to the floor dead.

His body was quickly eaten from the inside out as thousands more spiders slowly emerged from his skeletal remains. They ran into the gut wound that the high-level devil had.

After all of them went into his body, the devil pulled out the pitchfork from his gut.

Leaving behind a gaping wound that began to squiggle like thousands of tiny worms. As the wound closed, it began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

With his wound healed, the devil retrieved his own much larger pitchfork from the ground and looked at Ruby, awaiting orders.