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[Warning: Mature Content R-18] [Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality until their only purpose is his pleasure. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world, one conquest at a time. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [Milfs][kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Godhood] [Myths, Legends][Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. It will have lots of sex scenes but will be balanced later. Will have a big harem, MC will not abandon women. EXTRA CHAPTERS FOR GIFTS AND POWER STONE No NTR

“Do not expect greatness from the ancient gods. Their only desire is to rise above all, using the myth-gods as their ladder cruelty is a weapon and a weapon must be forged into a greater weapon. To them, we humans are nothing but material for their dreams. Humans are weapons but they're weapons only used to fordge other weapons. Yet, believe in yourself— even to the point of delusion— for that is the one thing that separates humans from the divine.” — Marcesveil Lysorian Marcesveil Lysorian once proved that between life and death there's delusion. You're either half-dead/ half-live or neither dead nor alive. A world where delusion runs wild. Neither the myth nor ancient gods can have control over it. Space. Time. This two are the most delusional in that world. As the first one to break out of it... MARCESVEIL LYSORIAN said “delusion is the one and only thing that truly has no bound.”

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?

With no memory of his past, Felix awakens in a crimson world full of grotesque beasts and hidden dangers. He must navigate the surreal landscape and figure out how to get his memories back, which may possibly be the key to escape this world.

Mio was walking along the road with his little sister, and in the next second, he arrived in the world of One Piece. With a system capable of extracting genes, enrolling genes, fusing genes, and cultivating organisms, he started a pleasant little life in the world of One Piece. When he's free, he grabs the heavenly tribute dedicated to Celestial Dragons, or catches a few kittens and bunnies to raise them. When he feels bored, he just walks and strolls around New World’s major powerhouses. Life is so beautiful! Disclaimer: This is a translation and all the credit goes to the original authors of the story. Read upto 40 chapters ahead on Patreon [email protected]/alex_1000

Cael died exhausted at twenty-six and woke up at eighteen in a fantasy world, summoned as a hero. For about five minutes, it was everything he'd dreamed of. Then the class selection gave him Necromancer. The priests recoiled. The king looked at him like a plague. And the goddess who summoned him? She decided the easiest solution was to make him disappear. Cael got thrown into a labyrinth that was supposed to kill him. It did. But necromancers don't stay dead. Now he's got years of darkness ahead of him, an army of corpses, and one singular goal: climb out of this hell strong enough to kill a god. They wanted a hero. They're going to get something much worse.

"Magic is not a miracle. It is a language. And you are pronouncing it wrong." ​I am an Ancient Will—an existence that predates this era. I incarnated into this frail human vessel for a simple purpose: Observation. ​I made a miscalculation. ​I woke up in a dystopia where "Mages" have forgotten the true nature of power. They treat the 70 Names of the Creation like blunt instruments. They are stuck in the Conceptual Circle, drawing shapes in the dirt, unaware that the Spheres of Gods even exist. ​Now, I am trapped in a mortal body that burns calories like a furnace every time I speak a Truth. ​The Magic: While they struggle with simple shapes, I calculate with infinite precision. I don't cast spells; I define reality. ​The Progression: The world has lost the path to the Sphere of Gods. I am the only one who remembers the way back up. ​The Burden: I accidentally acquired a traumatized child soldier as my "Luggage." I keep him around solely because he is the only thing that soothes my divine headache. ​Armed with nothing but a cheap suit, a fountain pen, and a perfect understanding of the world, I am going to teach them a lesson. ​"The Universe was built on 70 Names. You only remember 69."

The Damned Ten: Requiem of the Chosen For two hundred and ninety nine cycles, the gods have failed. Each generation of Chosen was born, fought, and perished — sealing Arae, the Fallen Primordial, only for him to rise again from the cracks of Purgatory. But this cycle is different. When Shojiro Momo — a college student murdered by a berserker demon — awakens beneath the roots of Yggdrasil, he is no longer human. His new body, reforged by divine sap and infused with a shard of Kaiser, the Primordial of Strength, carries a power that no mortal was meant to wield. Chosen by fate. Tempered by pain. Burdened with purpose. He must reunite the other descendants of the Primordials — the Damned Ten, the final generation of Chosen — and end Arae once and for all. Because this time, failure means the death of existence itself. But as the Primordials’ chains tremble and Arae’s blood seeps once again into reality, Shojiro realizes something terrifying: Every Chosen before him has died trying to stop this. And he is part of the last cycle to try.

“Where silence blooms“ is a slow-burning, emotional romance full of secrets, healing, and twists that change everything. Poisoned. Betrayed. Broken. Harin’s world collapsed the day a girl she trusted tried to destroy her. Since then, she has worn a mask of strength, hiding the pain no one can see, struggling to rebuild the life that was stolen from her. Two men step into her fragile world: Junwoo gentle, calm, and distant, carrying a quiet warmth that touches her soul. Minho intense and fearless, yet tender with her, evoking feelings she thought were long buried. As danger quietly creeps back into her life, Harin must navigate secrets, fear, and the delicate balance of her heart. She must choose between the man who warms her soul, and the one who burns through her defenses, daring her to live dangerously. In a world where betrayal wears familiar faces, and darkness can strike at any moment, only one question remains: Will Harin bloom again… or will the darkness claim her first?

Seven days of safety. Seven years of starvation. When billions of humans are transported to the Azure Vastness to participate in the brutal "Global Lords" survival game, they are given a standard starter pack: a territory, a weapon, and a Novice Protection Barrier guaranteed to last for seven days. Ji Han, a logistics officer with a mind for efficiency, awakens with a "Cheat" talent that should have made him a god: The Temporal Domain Anchor. But the System is cruel. His talent alters the flow of time within his territory. One day in the outside world is equal to one year inside. While other Lords enjoy a week of peaceful preparation, Ji Han is trapped in a golden cage for seven years. The math is a death sentence: Inventory: Three loaves of bread and one waterskin. Duration: 2,555 days. Environment: A sun that moves so slowly it scorches the land for six months at a time. Desperate for a solution, Ji Han uses his only summoning token, praying for a farmer or a hunter. Instead, the void spits out Lin Qinghe—a once-mighty Empress of War, now bloodied, crippled, and on the verge of death. Now, Ji Han faces an impossible equation. He has no food, a dying companion, and a sun that refuses to set. To survive the Eternal Domain, he cannot remain human. He must defy the laws of biology, master the ancient arts of Qi, and turn his seven-year prison into a fortress that will shake the heavens. For Ji Han, the tutorial isn't a safety net. It’s an era.

War Never Changes Wars have always been the cause of all misfortunes, and in one world, they finally ended forever. But Kreyn didn't like that. He wanted to fight and conquer, and only when his world collided with another did he have that opportunity. He used nuclear weapons to win, to be recognized by the Global Axis, and to transmigrate to the Great Lands, where he had no boundaries. Only by creating stories - the Eposes, and carrying out triumphs could one reach the top in this world. The actions of one could change the lives of millions, and only the Origins were capable of this. From the ruler of his world to a prisoner in a cell, and taking over a prison. This should only be the first step on Kreyn's path to satisfy his hunger for war.

Transmigrated as noble trash, he picks up The Great Hoe and decides to farm his way out of disgrace. No destiny. Just dirt, money, while the world overreacts. ---- No NTR • No Rape • No Yuri

You know, with an overpowered quirk, one might assume that they can live a peaceful life. But when one of your schoolmates are in trouble, what are you supposed to do, abandon them? ...Nah, I'd jump. --+-- Not a translation, doing it for fun

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B Extra chapter 7 powerstone - 1 chapter 77 powerstone - 1 chapter 777 powerstone - 1 chapter Extra chapter per day follower on Youtube 7 follower - 1 chapter 77 follower - 1 chapter 777 follower - 1 chapter

Caleb, the hero in his little brother’s eyes, dies only months after being drafted into the kingdom’s annual conscription. His death shatters the Gregor family and leaves a wound that never heals in Clive and Connor. Three years later, when the royal envoys return to take the next generation to war, the brothers are offered a different path. A mysterious Freeblade from the shadow faction Les Errants promises them a chance to survive, to seek revenge, and to uncover the truth behind Caleb’s real fate. But the path of a Freeblade is no escape. It is a road of monsters, blood, and merciless nights. To find answers, Clive and Connor must leave everything behind and make one choice: Remain victims of the kingdom… or become something far more dangerous.

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower." In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal. A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy. A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. Airships, steam trains, and boats. Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

Uchiha Gen never asked to wake up in the middle of the Third Ninja War—much less as a member of the doomed Uchiha clan. Armed with the powers of the Soul-Soul Fruit, he can command life and death itself. In a world where bloodlines rule and betrayal is currency, he’ll need more than Sharingan to survive. From outmaneuvering Konoha’s scheming elders to rewriting the Uchiha’s tragic fate, Gen will carve his path in blood, steel, and souls. When others fear you might have a weapon of mass destruction… you’d better actually have one. Disclaimer: This is TL of a Chinese fanfiction. I claim no ownership of anything. All Ownership belongs to author of this fanfiction and it's original owner of Naruto. Note: This a completed Novel that I just picked up to TL as there is only MLT available currently. About the Me: Im a fresh translator who has been reading novels for over a decade. My current release is 15 chapters weekly. Image was downloaded online and made by AI by Vincent. If want me to delete just let me know. Original Author in Raw: 若别离不相惜 Original Name in Chinese: 木叶：来自宇智波的灵魂之王 If Original author ever wanted me to stop or remove this fan made TL, please contact me and I shall remove it ASAP.

Silas, a british student studying in japan, dies in a strange way and gets transported into a world of magic, monsters and... complexity? Will he manage to rise to the top, or will he stay as confused and oblivious as he is in the start? Find out now by reading The basis of reincarnation!

[System Alert: The Villain has logged in…] The world has already fallen once. Heroes died. Gods abandoned their creation, and Demons overran the land. In the final battle, the Hero and the Demon King perished together, leaving nothing but ash, ruin, and despair. Meanwhile, on Earth, one furious reader, Lin Ye, raged at the tragic ending of his favourite novel, The Hero Returns. He cursed the author, cursed the gods, and especially cursed the cowardly villain, Damien Voss, who was destined to die midway through the story Then, as fate would have it, a truck sent him into the afterlife. Reborn, Lin Ye finds himself a newborn, a newborn named Damien Voss. The same Damien who: Will be framed as a traitor by the Empire Will watch his entire family executed Will fall into madness Will become the “King of Ten Thousand Monsters” Will be slain by the Hero as a stepping stone But this time, something has changed. A blue screen appears: [Destiny System Activated] [Earn Destiny Points by altering the plot] [Rewrite fate. Reshape the world.] Armed with foreknowledge, a collapsing world, and a system that rewards defiance, Damien refuses to follow the script. If the plot says he dies? He edits it. If his skills are too weak? He rewrites them. If enemies resist? He enslaves them with the forbidden Contract Gem of the Voss Bloodline. Unfortunately, the price is steep. Grafting new abilities shreds the soul. Altering destiny draws the gaze of the Void Demon Gods. But Damien doesn’t care. He will save his doomed family. He will seize the power the original Damien never could. He will command beasts, monsters, demons, and races yet unseen. He will tear apart the script written for him. This time… he won’t be a villain in someone else’s story. He will become the King of Ten Thousand Worlds! -------------------------------------------- discord: https://discord.gg/CcbUSg8vtb

Nate spent his life fixing other people’s problems while being ignored, mocked, and discarded. When the world falls apart, that same quiet competence keeps him alive. Betrayed, robbed, and left to die, Nate sheds the last pieces of who he was. What emerges is not a hero, but something colder, smarter, and relentless. In a broken world, usefulness is power.