Mohitkumar

In his first life, losing the one he loved the most, 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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The Imbecile Lord Is Married to Five Beautiful Goddess

In the huge Fortress Of Gawaffin, unlike the usual hustle and bustle among the troops, the day was quite calm and peaceful to the point that even the soldiers were feeling a bit strange.

For the previous five days, they had been constantly fighting and were on alert all the time, as the number of undead was increasing day by day and their numbers were quite threatening.

The entire fortress was blocked by their huge number and they were cut off from all sides.

They couldn't even seek reinforcement or send a message to the capital.

All the guards were on high alert and had almost exhausted themselves dealing with the undead.

Fortunately, there was a Mythic rank among them who had fought actively and borough some time for others and they were lucky enough to fill the stacks and rations to the brim a few days ago.

Otherwise, without food, they would be in a mess.

Chapter 310:Loss Of Vitality