The Saint Who Levels Up Through Necromancy - Chapter 17: Arhan Guild (1)

He was the scion cast aside by a powerful family, and he had hoped to return to a peaceful life in the city, but unexpectedly, trouble arose once more!

Damien Castro, the God of Lust in the Thousand Starry Domain, was known for his unparalleled mastery of pleasure.His deeds you asked?The Immortal Lotus of the Heavenly Peak Sect, known for her beauty and swordsmanship, fell for his charm.The Frozen Lotus of the Silver Moon Clan, who's cold as ice, was turned into a soft woman.The Empress of the Phoenix Clan submitted to him both in body and spirit.The leader of the Heavenly Shadow Sect, once untouchable to all men, was claimed in just one day.Lastly, the Princess of the Spirit Blossom Sect had her heart stolen while he was just casually traveling.After failing to ascend the Heaven Breaker Tribulation, he died. But when all hope seemed lost, he suddenly awoke in the body of a young man who looked exactly like him, though malnourished.In his return, however, he found himself with a 10 times boost in everything he does. Read as how Damien challenges the heavens once again.

Three reincarnations. Fourth life.

She was chosen to grow up as the Child of Fate; but when the real Child of Fate appeared, she was sacrificed for that child.

In the second life, she was abused.

In her third life, she lived as a beggar.

“This country is not safe. Let’s defect!”

LeBlaine chooses to be re-born into a new family to defect. The family she chooses is…

… the family of the future biggest villains in the Kingdom.

“Let’s try to get along until the time of my exile!” is what she tried to do. But what happened was…?

“My daughter is the cutest IN THE WORLD!”

“Give me that building, I can use it as my sister’s bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, LeBlaine asked me not to hit you. Not to not kill you.”

“WHO, WHO MADE MY SISTER CRY?!”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?