My five ghostly husbands - Chapter 83 You forget about us

Trust me, this is not your regular repititive smut romance;When Benjamin Mark dies a lonely virgin after a lifetime of work and illness, mischievous gods grant him a steamy second chance in the fantasy world of Elyndor.Reborn with a handsome new body, infinite stamina, and a cheeky System designed to help him “enjoy life,” Benjamin stumbles into the hidden paradise of Verdant Spire—an ancient forest enclave inhabited solely by fierce, voluptuous Amazon warriors.These proud women, who normally venture out only to seek temporary mates, have never allowed a man to live among them… until now.Rescued and claimed by the passionate scout Sara, Benjamin quickly discovers that his arrival is seen as a divine gift. With the System unlocking tantalizing new abilities with every intimate encounter, he becomes the cherished center of an eager, all-female tribe—from attentive warriors to the commanding Queen herself.In a village where strength, beauty, and desire rule, one reincarnated man is about to fulfill every unspoken regret of his past life… one breathless night at a time.A sinful isekai harem fantasy of reincarnation, endless stamina, and the ultimate male wish-fulfillment.

After waking up in the world of ancient Greek mythology, I became a stunningly beautiful young shepherd boy named Eros.Life was carefree, there was always enough to eat and wear, but it was, well... painfully lonely.Until one day, I met her by the river.A girl whose beauty and personality both struck straight into my heart like lightning.We fell in love instantly, sparks flying between us.Then came the twist.After one steamy encounter, the sky suddenly darkened.A majestic figure appeared before me, none other than the Queen of the Gods, Hera herself.“Who are you?” I asked in shock.But the girl in my arms answered before I could finish.“She is Queen Hera,” she said with a mysterious smile.I was stunned. My mind raced.“Then who are you?” I asked nervously.“Are you Hebe, the Goddess of Youth? Or some other goddess?”She shook her head.“No,” she said softly. Her lips curved into a teasing grin.“I’m Zeus, the King of the Gods. So... wanna be my (XXXX)?”***This is a translation all credits to the author***Book cover not mineNote:Some readers might feel that “genderbending” contradicts the mythological setting, so here’s my explanation:First of all, Zeus has always been fluid in gender representation as were many of the early Greek deities.Also, the protagonist’s name isn’t random.Eros, the original primordial god of love symbolized the raw force of love and desire that brought life into being. Before Eros existed, the gods reproduced asexually, without love or union.So in this story, we’re following a timeline where Eros was never born, and Gaia modeled Uranus on herself instead.This is that alternate world.

Among the demons, the supreme ones are called “Great Saints.”

A young man leaves his mountain village and travels around the world. By unceasing efforts, he finally becomes a legend of the age.

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Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”