Destroying My Own Novel - Chapter 12

In his first life, losing the one he loved the most, he fell into depression as grief overshadowed his life until death knocked on his door. 

He thought that he would finally be free from the nightmare but his life was far from over. 

He was reborn again. 

In the second life, he was reborn as the youngest prince of the strongest empire and was born with a silver spoon. 

He was married to five Beautiful goddesses. 

His first wife was The Empress of the neighbouring kingdom. 

His second wife was the Saintess of the Church.

His third wife was the daughter of the wealthiest merchant group.

His fourth wife is the Goddess of War on the battlefield.

His fifth wife was an assassin known as the Shadow queen who had been raised as his caretaker.


But who he was, he was just an imbecile, an idiot, a disgusting fat pig who was ostracised by society and spat upon.

 Unable to tolerate him, The Emperor cut him off from his family tree and stripped his title of Prince and banished him to a small vassal state for the rest of his life.

The Vassal state which was in shatter and had been usurped by the noble and was on verge of destruction.

But that was until one day lightning struck him and pulled by the mysterious strings of fate, his soul ended up in The Sanctum of Goddess.

And from there, his myth begins.........

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Ethan transmigrated from earth to a post apocalyptic martial world with a system.His system has only one function: Double the attribute every day. Watch him rising in the universe with a pace faster than the speed of light.

“Doctor, it seems there’s something wrong with my emotions.”

“There’s a clown in the West City circus who can make everyone laugh. I think he can certainly help you.”

“But Doctor… I am that clown.”

“…”

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Waking up in a strange room,

Leonard Churchill finds himself lying next to a stunning woman.

Assuming good fortune has come knocking,

but the eerie part is, she’s a corpse without any heartbeat or breath.

Just when he thinks he’s been roped into a bizarre murder scene,

After a closer inspection,

He realizes,

Shockingly, she isn’t human!

This is a fantastical world after the Great Catastrophe, under the fog-covered land lies countless Underground Cities left by the ancients.

A Treasure Hunter wearing a clown mask travels alone in the dark.

He is Joker Leonard Churchill, the Catastrophe King!

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