Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline - Chapter 10: Training

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

Odelia Grace, a beautiful and smart woman, a secretary of a big company, had to give up the career she had at a young age for a marriage with the CEO of another company, Vincent Percy.The marriage was filled with love and support for each other for 4 years. However, they did not have a child.Vincent's family became furious, and continued to demand and pressure Odelia. A beautiful marriage turned into a nightmare because of their abuse.“You barren woman! My son is jinxed because of you, he shouldn't have married you in the first place!” snapped her mother-in-law.Until one day, Odelia was kicked out of her own house and went to a hotel for the night. She accidentally met a man who was drunk.Unintentionally, there was a hot night between the two of them.And after that night, Odelia finally realized that she was not barren and that she was carrying a baby.The baby of her ex-husband's enemy, Sean Osbert.

*Marry one girl, get six more inside her, become a harem with 7 wives with only one body*In a parallel world, where the world has fallen into darkness, with only a few humans left living in domed cities that can walk in the darkness, a young man wakes up next to his school building after being struck by two watermelons on his head.When he wakes up, he realizes that everything has changed, as he has come from the real world. In the real world, he is a fat, cross-eyed, and antisocial young man, though this is not his fault, as his appearance makes him shunned.Strangely, the entire school is the same, even the people are identical, except they look more like military than students. This is the adventure of a young man and his wife, where every student who has reached the age of 15 must marry and have children for the survival of humanity which is almost extinct, such is the pressure from the government.However, his wife is very unusual. The young man is not only married to one body and one identity, but also to six other identities, each with their own form, extraordinary powers, and combat abilities that could cause a second apocalypse. They also have distinct personalities. When the young man transforms, all seven become so infatuated with him that they attack anyone near him.How will the young man cope with having seven wives in one body, each with their own personality? And how will their love story unfold?PS : Please give honest review, many thanks for reading, have a good life.FB : Dajo Gunz

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”