Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 302 Detoxing

After his fall, the Duke who was distant with his wife and daughter recalled his memories of another world. With a new perspective on life, he swore to cherish and protect those two.

In his first life, Victor was lazy, poor, and the ultimate gambler, but the Goddess of Envy gave him a chance.

[ Die and go back four years into the past to restart your life. ]

Victor lost all hope and killed himself, and so began his second and also the most miserable life.

He became rich and successful but soon his girlfriend betrayed him and took away all his fortune, having decided on a desperate act Victor came up with a plan to avenge himself.

Although his plan was successfully executed, Victor hoped that this time he would die once for all and forget the despair that followed him through his two lifetimes.

Yet as if to deny him of his salvation, he suddenly heard a feminine voice once again, but a different one this time.

[ Goddess of Lust, surprised by your actions, grants you a gift ]

[ Yandere system activated! ]

It was a turning point for Victor.

From now on whether it is a Goddess, a Vampire or a Succubus, no matter who it is I must seduce you or I will surely die this time!

As an honorable soldier of the Empire.

Holding this small long sword, laugh at every battle, chaos is shit.

【System release task】

Clearing up the greenskin stuff?

cut!

Destroying a Skaven den?

cut!

Eliminate the Beastmen War Gang?

Cut it and you’re done!

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Pointy-eared elf? pedantic!

Short-legged short stack? stubborn!

Bato Holy Grail Knight? Eat poop!

Kislev War Bear Cavalry? Eat the exhaust of my imperial half-griffin cavalry!

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The elements of this work [System] [Farming] [Western Fantasy] [Middle Ages Warhammer] [Trace Slaanesh] [Battle Development]….

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- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.