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NO HAREM!

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I should have known something was wrong when that hot girl asked me out herself, but I was stupid and moved on a desire for sex. My lower head controlled the one on my neck, which had a disastrous end.

How would I know she was in a CULT?

There was no way of knowing that she would take me to a shady place, not to fuck, but to use me as a human sacrifice because she somehow learned I was a virgin. Was that so obvious? Did I had "virgin" tattooed on my damn face?

I always thought I looked fuckable, but seems like I looked like the damn virgin that I was.

Last I realized I was tied up on a altar, surrounded by freaks in dark red cloaks, and Han Yerim was stabbing my heart with a curved dagger to bleed me in their goblets so they could drink my blood to perform whatever satanic ritual that was.

Which ended up with me dying, until I woke up alive.

Not as Cho Jinhwa but as Wayne Wolfgang Ayre, the red haired youngest son of the King of the East, a forsaken and helpless jerk who ran his mouth like there was no tomorrow. 

The youngest and loathed brother of the sick male lead of the story I was an artist for, solely for money. A disgusting story in a world that I hated so much that I didn't even bother to read the full thing.

How am I supposed to live as this cursed bastard in this place I know little to nothing of?

With monsters and magic and a fantastical historical world in which the modern rules don't apply to, the only thing good in here is that I'm alive again, nothing else.

Worse, I'm forsaken to be the seventh son in a family that hates me again.

Table of The Second Life of the Seventh Son

Table of contents

Volume 1