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

It was another sunny day and Arkham soldiers who had settled down on the Defence lines were patrolling and guarding the place carefully.

They were a bit tired due to the fights but guarding the place was more comfortable than fighting a war filled with nerve-wrenching moments.

Everything was going, as usual, however, the relaxing atmosphere changed.

Arkham soldiers who were standing on the fort of the defence line suddenly heard a soft crackling sound.

Their expressions became stiffened and all of them were instantly alerted and looked around at the source of the sound.

The sound started to get closer and closer.

They felt that this was the sound of the oncoming crisis.

As it neared them, many of them discerned that it was the sound of lightning showers.

"It feels like there is a storm approaching here. I think it's going to rain heavily." A soldier muttered.

"Hey, pal I told you before, don't drink too much in the morning?"

Chapter 391:Devastation