Reincarnated as the third son of the Duke - Chapter 4 - : A Duke’s Judgment

In his previous life, the MC was a total degenerate—lazy, self-indulgent, and only skilled at gaming and skipping responsibilities. One day, he dies in a ironic accident.He wakes up in a magical world, reincarnated as Eryndor Sylvaren, the youngest prince of the Ethereal Elven Empire. The elves are a proud and noble race, and their royal family is bound by strict traditions of honor, discipline, and responsibility—none of which the MC has any experience with.Luckily, he receives the “Divine System of Degenerate Growth,” a system tailored to his flawed personality. He makes the same mistake of repeating his past life only to realise that this new life has so much in store for him. Mistakes have consequences for power.NOTE: This book is a slow paced action adventure story that explores a vast fantasy world. If you like weak to strong, harem growth, high stakes, dungeons and adventurers,with a compelling storyline you should give it a try.

Dying and then meeting a giant God in the image of an Impostor from Among us in the afterlife was certainly something I didn't expect would happen.Getting reincarnated by it, was something I expected even less.And awakening in a world where heroes and villains run rampant, was certainly the cherry on top on this whole matter.But well, nothing I can do about it.

If Ke Xun could do it again, he would have never left his house to go out and flirt with guys, even if it would mean getting beaten to death.

Weren’t they supposed to have just been taking shelter from the rain in a museum and looking at some erot*c paintings while they were at it? Why…did they enter the world inside a painting?!

Mu Yiran: Every single one of us is acting out a role in the painting.

Ke Xun’s eyes lit up: How do we get into an erot*c painting?

Mu Yiran gave him a long, drawn-out look: Shut your eyes and lie down.

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As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!