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My Seven Wives in One Body and Me, her Manager

Dajo_Gunz
*Suddenly have wife, get six more inside her, become a harem with 7 wives with only one body* In a parallel world, where the world has fallen into darkness, with only a few humans left living in domed cities that can walk in the darkness, a young man wakes up next to his school building after being struck by two watermelons on his head. When he wakes up, he realizes that everything has changed, as he has come from the real world. In the real world, he is a fat, cross-eyed, and antisocial young man, though this is not his fault, as his appearance makes him shunned. Strangely, the entire school is the same, even the people are identical, except they look more like military than students. This is the adventure of a young man and his wife, where every student who has reached the age of 15 must marry and have children for the survival of humanity which is almost extinct, such is the pressure from the government. However, his wife is very unusual. The young man is not only married to one body and one identity, but also to six other identities, each with their own form, extraordinary powers, and combat abilities that could cause a second apocalypse. They also have distinct personalities. When the young man transforms, all seven become so infatuated with him that they attack anyone near him. How will the young man cope with having seven wives in one body, each with their own personality? And how will their love story unfold? PS : Please give honest review, many thanks for reading, have a good life. FB : Dajo Gunz
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