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Eternal Temptation - Awakening Sinful Desires - 1


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Asher, simply your standard person, got the shock of his life when, under specific strange conditions, he wound up in the body of a 18-year-old, named Asher Blake, who was from A similar World which he was familiar with.

Nonetheless, regardless of whether the world he was in was equivalent to previously, this was a Development World, where the solid managed over the powerless.

Outfitted with his normal gifts and a strong cheat, Asher jumped into an excursion that was loaded with Enticement, Enchantment, and Secret.

En route, he wound up being joined by a lot of Ladies, each with Exceptional Crimps and Powers of their own.

As Asher proceeded with his excursion to investigate this Insane World, he capitulated to his Longings and needed to confront extreme Moral Decisions.

In the midst of this large number of difficulties, Asher discovers that for him to make due in this world, he didn't just need his solidarity, yet more than that!

Chapter 1

Asher was in the neglected, dim back street, shuddering on the virus earth, draining from his throat, and stressing to inhale as blood streamed into his lungs.

He started to feel terrible uneasiness.

The enduring of being completely vulnerable, the battle of being frantic, the distress of feeling alone, and the excruciating idea of kicking the bucket.

He was apprehensive, feeling lost and forlorn.

He was unable to endure the murkiness encompassing him, and the tranquility was awful.


It was a day like some other in Asher's life. He at last went home following a chaotic day. As a vagrant, he needed to accommodate himself, so he could stand to lease a house in the lacking area of the city.

As he strolled towards his home subsequent to getting off the transport, he gazed toward the dim sky without the moon and the bleak roads around him. He felt his life was comparative, dull, and horrid."

Haah...what am I in any event, doing? Work day in and day out? Pay attention to seniors censuring at work even in the wake of really buckling down. Get back home drained and simply rest? For what am I in any event, making a respectable attempt? to carry on with this forlorn life?" Asher murmured.

As a vagrant, Asher never had a family. Individuals at halfway houses simply give fundamental food and sanctuary until you either get taken on or need to leave after you arrive at the age of 16. He had no chance to make companions or get a sweetheart, as the best anyone could hope for at that point was to get by and accommodate himself first.

In the city, Cold blasts were blowing, giving shudders to the spine as Asher just wore light garments.

At that point, the environmental elements were barren, with not many individuals around, while streetlamps were gleaming here and there.

Asher proceeded, going into the back street, and unexpectedly, four individuals encompassed him. They generally seemed to be standard road hooligans with large muscles and tattoos on their bodies. The main thing normal among them was the weighty smell of liquor.

"...what?" Asher shouted in shock.

"Haha, older sibling, we at long last tracked down somebody; presently we can go for one more round of beverages." One of the enormous folks giggled.

"Haah, I was becoming weary of delaying." Another moaned.

"We shouldn't have held up here; getting some cash in the city would have been easy." The third one expressed this while drinking liquor from a practically vacant jug.

"Indeed, no one can do anything about it, as we needed to follow through with the job given by the chief," The elder sibling deplored.

'..what, what is happening? For what reason would they say they are encompassing me? One more round of beverages? Get cash? Are they attempting to ransack me?' Frightened, Asher attempted to consider an exit from this present circumstance. Yet, in this ruined back street encompassed by them, in the corner of night, he was unable to see anybody to request help.

As he considered taking off by pushing one of the large folks, the one called Older sibling abruptly got his shoulders and said, "Presently, where do you assume you are going, kid? Give us generally your cash to get injured."

Asher made a respectable attempt yet couldn't shake him off because of their distinction in strength.


One of the huge folks couldn't endure anything else and punched Asher in the guts, making him tumble to his knees.

Asher shouting out in torment made a solid attempt to inhale, as a solitary punche removed his entire existence.

"Elder sibling, I'm getting truly drained; how about we get this over with." The large person took out Asher's wallet from the pocket of his pants. "...this? What in blazes? Ok, this is so aggravating."

"What occurred, second sibling?"

"Definitely, you look as though you just stepped on some poop."

"What have you got there?" the older sibling inquired.

The subsequent sibling handled one more hit on Asher in the guts. Asher couldn't hold any longer and fell all over; tears were at that point running down his face. "This fucker, he just got a vacant wallet with a couple of coins. Ahh, fuck, fuck, this is excessively bothering." He continued kicking Asher while reviling.

Asher couldn't think straight, as nothing remained at that point but to attempt to protect himself decently well while bearing agony. 'Why? For what reason is this incident to me? For what reason do I need to get ransacked? For what reason do I need to bear this aggravation? Maybe I don't have cash; I'm giving my very best for endure alone. My cash is all utilized on lease and everyday costs. How could I, who generally loses chances to develop and gets rearward in all things, have any cash passed on to save?'

"...this?" the wide range of various large folks shouted.


Abruptly, a liquor bottle was smacked hard on Asher's head. "Fuck! This transient is squandering my beverage; abruptly, I feel sober everywhere."

"Ok, this poo is destroying an all around terrible evening; siblings, how about we beat him hard."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They generally began venting their aggravation on Asher. He continued to ask for kindness, however they couldn't have cared less about his shouts and didn't quit hitting him.

Before long, Asher quit shouting, as he was unable to make a sound any longer. He felt a warm fluid around his throat, and something caught in it.

"Siblings, stop! Stop! Take a gander at him!" The person who hit the jug yelled at others.

"What?" the subsequent sibling yelled, bothered.

"This?" another shouted.

"How could it work out?" The elder sibling addressed

"For what reason are all of you making a fuss?.... Huh?" The subsequent sibling was addressing, yet he unexpectedly shouted.

They all saw a wrecked jug stuck somewhere inside Asher's throat; blood continued to stream as he gagged on his own blood.

Every one of the large folks gazed at him in shock for a couple of moments prior to taking off without thinking often about the life and demise of Asher.

Asher felt torment all around his body, the aggravation he was accustomed to feeling during his school life from menaces.

This time, in any case, was unique. His vision obscured because of the absence of blood streaming to the cerebrum.

Asher began feeling cold, and murkiness gradually covered his vision. His contemplations dialed back, and he simply needed to snooze quiet.

'Is this the finish of every one of my battles? Will I at last tumble to a timeless sleep in the hug of obscurity?' Asher contemplated internally.

Gradually, a dull sparkle seemed like shadows from his neckband, overwhelming him. It vanishes in the following second, alongside his body.