Victor died a hero—sort of. Now he gets to live again in another world, run on magic. However, the life of a god empowered hero (called a guardian) is a bit more complex than he imagined. Following his instincts leads Victor to allies and villains alike. The problem? He doesn't know which is which.(Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences only and contains scenes of graphic violence and sexual activity)
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“Holy shit! The troll is dead! Come look at this, it’s dead!” Yelled one of the soldiers nearest the downed creature.
“Forget that! Secure the princess!” Said another, commanding voice. I traced it to one of the armoured men, sporting a short purple cape. He must be the one in charge. The man stared daggers at me, then turned to the princess, before drawing his sword. “Do you know what you’ve done, stranger?” He asked me as his men formed a circle around us.
Sneaking a peek down at the blonde in front of me, who still stood very close, revealed that her face was very flushed, probably from the running. Wait, I’m standing naked, next to this young woman, whose dress is all torn up. This probably looks bad.
“Wait,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “It’s not what you think!” The blonde flushed a deeper shade of red.
“Princess, slowly walk away from him, we have you now,” said the commander, motioning for her to come to him. Meanwhile, the other soldiers slowly stepped toward me, eyeing my raised hands.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I quietly asked the still, unmoving woman.
“Oh!” She said suddenly, as though waking from a daydream. Spinning to face the commander, she said, “Stand down!” This order stopped all movement. “This guardian just saved my life. You are not to harm him!” She said, then whispered under her breath, “Not that you could.”
She stepped back to me, still facing the troops, and whispered over her shoulder, “Please put your hands down, it’s very distracting.” For a moment, I wondered how my hands could distract anyone. Then, noting her still, bright red cheeks, realized, I was no longer covering my junk. Oops. That was corrected quickly.
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Greek
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Stefanos Karampalis
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Lia Garcia
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