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

Angelina's eyes turned towards the sound and her jaw dropped wide and her eyes almost popped out of the socket.

Her body started to shudder as if it was about to rip apart.

No, it was something more than an army.

Millions? No, ten million or was it even more than that?

It was an endless swarm extending till the end.

The army filled the world by slashing its swords and spears endlessly to the ground.

Corpses filled the ground and blood from the corpses seemed to form an ocean of narrow depth.

The sound made by the repeatedly striking weapons and clashing of metals felt like a song made to praise something.

Her eyes were then drawn towards an overwhelming presence.

At the centre of such an army, a throne was present soaring into the sky.

And the man sat on the throne exuding Majesty incomparable to any.

Chapter 471:A Sight To Behold