Harem master

“do you take this woman as your wife to love and honor till death do you part?” the priest asks in a solum voice. He was standing in a cathedral looking at his soon-to-be Beautiful wife. he did not know how he got so lucky .What was his life before did not matter at this point? Every choice he made in his life before paled to the one he made when he proposed to her.

That was the last thing I remember hearing from his world and his first wife's . previous and last vision. “I’m so sorry, Lance,” a woman said with a heavenly voice., standing in front of him radiating unnatural light that came from inside her. The woman in question was amazing to behold; she. She looked like the version of a perfect woman; she. She looked like his wife, but he knew for a fact that this woman was not, in fact, his wife.” what happened to me?” He asked in confusion, from such a sudden shift of vision, “you’re dead, and I’m sorry it was my fault” he looked at the woman that was radiating light; They were standing together in a white void. It was so hard to tell which way was up. Still, he knew what the woman was going to say next. He. Next, he had read the story often enough to see where this was going” let me guess; you accidentally killed me,” he said before she could get out any words. She simply nodded sadly in agreement,” I meant to give you a blessing on your wedding day. Still, your body couldn’t handle it. I also miss-judged the strength of my prayer; I am sorry it was my first time giving a blessing “she said he sighs in sadness. Still, there was nothing he could do about it.

“I was about to be married to the perfect woman. You owe me that send me back with a new body,” he said with frustration. Still, he knew deep down that was not a choice she would give him. When she frowns, dread, fear, anger, and confusion fill his mind,” I’m so sorry. Still, I’m not allowed to give you a life back in your world, I’m only allowed to give a blessing in your and then send you to a new world” she says “that’s bull shit!” he says angrily trying to stomp his foot down, but it passes through nothing solid. It was like he was floating and standing there simultaneously, as impossible as that sounds.

She shrinks away like she was scared of him, ” I’ll tell you what I’m also the god of recantation; I can have you reborn in a new world at any age you want instead of giving you a new body all together will use your old one all fixed up,” she says, trying to console with something that in other circumstances Would elate and trill him. Still, they piss him off for the moment. (You know what to heck with his different world, so what if he would be married to a lovely woman,) he thought to himself, So he threw his anger out of his mind . ” fine there, but there better be Beautiful women that I can love. To heck with having one wife, I want more than that,” he says, throwing all his common sense out the window. If he were going to go to a new world, he would have more than one woman to love: for all his trouble. This goddess of resurrection nodded simply to his demands like she knew just what he was going to demand. “I know just the world for you,” she says, waving a bit. Then a world appears between him and the goddess. It looks fragmented, like a hog pog of pieces of different worlds all pasted together like some god was lazy when they made it.

That did not bother him one bit; he was still riding out a whirlwind of emotions.

That did not bother him one bit. He was still riding out a whirlwind of emotions at this point. He decided to list his other demands or request if he felt nice, but he was feeling too stirred up to think that straight.

“I better start life out at the age of 18, and you owe me a bunch of powers,” he said firmly like it was his right to get all these things, for the hardship he faced because of some stupid goddess. She nods with great grace ”fine, along with the blessing I gave you in your world, I give you the power to protect yourself and others, and just to make up for separating you from your wife, I’ll give you improved Charisma vs. Women, most women will find you to be almost irresistible, You should be able to use any magic with great ease once you learn. You will start with excellent gear, nothing magical, though. I’ll also transfer all the money you earned in your old life into gold, silver, and copper: coins for that world.” so that you will be pretty rich with your life savings. “She waved at him. He felt his body change, and he was now holding a weapon and wearing armor, and suddenly he was standing in the middle of a forest.

He was standing there. Looking blackly around in a forest, the trees were different than he was used to, but some trees had the same leaves as his world, a few trees even had two different types of leaves; he stopped focusing on the trees that were not important right now Nether we’re any of the ascetics of this world. What was important was getting somewhere where that had company is his first choice. So he wondered which direction to go Next: there was south, north, west, and east, but he was having trouble choosing a direction so that he would leave it up to fate.

Lance put his sword upon its point on the ground, standing it up, then let go of it, It fell spinning as it went, and when it hit the ground with a virtually quiet thud, it was pointing north. With his direction chosen, he picked it back up and began walking at a brisk pace north and taking stock with the things he had on him. He also had a shield; he was dressed in full armor. His helm but not plat mail, his armor was chain mail with a breastplate and a nice helmet with an open face. It was. He was taking stock with the things he had on him while he walked. He also had a shield. The shield was lovely, decorated with a dragon embossed into the metal; he was dressed in full armor equally as elegant as the shield. He had dueled the dragon joining into the center of the armor, and finally, the helm on his head (which Unkown to him was also decorated with a dragon theme). His armor, though lovely, was not what he would call plat mail; what was part of the armor was chain mail that covered his arms all under the breastplate he was waring. It was not hard to move in the armor for him. It was like he was used to walking in armor for extended times, and the armor was made comfortable for him; wear it did not chaff one bit, the sword was perfectly balanced and was razor-sharp. He, and on it design was a dragon them handle and grip, he did not know what it was made of, but it seemed hard and well made, the blade had a decoration and pattern along with the flat sides dragons in flight and breathing fire all etched into it.

Lance continued walking north, the sun shining ever so lightly through the canopy of the trees, though there was not even the sound of any birds, and soon after: walking away and wondered why there were no bird calls. He heard the sound clashing of a sword and The screech of metal on metal. The noise Barely sounded through the forest and seemed to be coming from the direction he was going. So with great haste and a spring in his step, he ran, heedless of danger, towards the Noise witch was getting loaded with every step. after what seemed like a minute, he finally came upon a woman fighting off five people and looking like she got it well in hand.

He doesn’t even pause to look over the woman and launches at the woman. He was flanking half the thugs. The woman was not even human to his eye, but his mind simply filed that away as unimportant. not important, at the moment. And launches into a sweeping attack, he goes for the closest of the thugs. His sword and shield at the ready, with one arching swing, he beheads one of the thugs so finely that blood never touched his sword. “Mind your own business. This demon kin is ours,” One of the four remaining thugs says. Lance’ssay, with his adrenaline pumping, did not know which one said what. The” I am not leaving !” He says firmly the lizard woman deserves an award because the other thugs were all sporting injuries; however, they now faced two skilled fighters. Fighter, the thugs were facing. The last four thugs dash away, heading what he assumes is northeast. Off they go limping while they rum and moan as they run, giving up on their target.