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Capítulo 1: Prologue.

A black-haired man with yellow eyes sat at his desk which seemed to be on top of the skyscraper. He sat in his comfy chair and was surrounded by thirteen gorgeous women, they were all kissing and licking his neck, cheeks, and ears as he was enjoying the apple in his hand.

While he was enjoying his moment, the door was knocked down by a red-haired man with a greatsword in his hand. "Mykel!" He screamed his lungs out.

The red-haired guy was covered with blood and wounds all over his body. He glared at the black-haired guy as he caught his breath. "It was you all along?! Why! Why are you betraying humanity and working with those demons, Mykel?!" he screamed with his voice trembling.

Mykel leaned his head back and pushed all the women around him. "I think you misunderstood something, Asmond," he said as he stood up and walked to the front of his desk.

"Misunderstood? Look at all those women behind you! They're all the daughter of the demon kings of each tower and you're still trying to deny it?!" Asmond said as he pointed his sword at the women.

Mykel leaned his butt on the desk and crossed his arms. "These women? They're all mine, and they have nothing to do with their father or mother anymore. They're my loyal servants now," Mykel said as he looked at the thirteen gorgeous women.

Asmond gritted his teeth as he glared at Mykel, he had known Mykel for almost two years and he knew Mykel wasn't a liar. "Prove it..." he said with doubt.

Mykel sighed as he looked at the carpet. "Fine," he said. "Ladies, don't seek revenge, do you understand?" He asked. All the women nodded their heads with straight faces while Asmond was so confused about what he just heard.

"What are you doing?" Asmond asked as he looked at Mykel walking toward him.

"Kill me, and you will see that I'm not lying," he answered as he raised his arms to show his vulnerability. "You will see that when I die, those ladies won't do anything and they would still be here since they belonged to me," he continued.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Asmond screamed at Mykel in the face.

"You can call me whatever you want, but I'm never a liar, Asmond, you know that," Mykel said as he kept holding his arms up.

Asmond looked at Mykel and slowly his eyes were covered in tears. He finally broke down and started to cry because so many lives were taken during their battle against one of the Demon Lords Mykel just watched him cry and did nothing because he despised his own creation, especially the main character of the story, Asmond.

Mykel looked down at Asmond, who was sobbing on his knees. Mykel smirked and enjoyed every second of it. "Don't worry, everything will be fine," he said as he held his smile with a dagger hidden on his back.


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Iqfauli Iqfauli

So many have been asking if this novel has a harem, and the simple answer is yes there is.

The harem has not started yet as I wrote this and up to 60 chapters. It's not like any harem where you immediately get surrounded by girls and they are fine to be his woman.

I made the relationship with each woman from nothing and up to becoming his woman like how a real womanizer does. Some are slow and steady some are immediate because he knows how to treat the woman and how to approach them.

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