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

Underneath the bed of the river, in a secret hideout, five obscure figures stood across each other with a haggard look.

One of them had a pale expression and seemed to be on the verge of dying.

"How is the situation outside?" The first figure asked who seemed to be in charge.

"Bad, very bad. The undead has been pushed back and soon the troops of Leonhart may arrive at this place and find our hidden spot."

"Damn!" The first figure clenched his fist.

"Don't worry the situation is not that worse. There are no reinforcements from the capital till now and they might have been worn out due to battling all day and at night the undead might have a chance to turn the situation around." One of them spoke.

"Fool!" The first figure snorted with a fiery expression.

Chapter 316:Familiar Faces