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My Harem of Dangerous Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer

[WARNING: R-18 | Explicit content, graphic violence, and adult scenes] Mark was an average video game addict: a broke, foul-mouthed gamer who wasted his time grinding levels in an MMO, yelling at newbies online simply because he found it amusing. Then, on one particularly shitty night after getting fired, he picked a fight with the wrong thief—and got a bullet in the chest for his attitude. Death should have been the end. But some cosmic idiot had other plans. Mark wakes up in a fantasy world, trapped inside the body of his level 100 necromancer character—except he’s been reset to level 1, stripped of his gear, and left with trash-tier skills. And necromancy? It’s practically a death sentence here, despised by civilians, guilds, and almost everyone else. Desperate to survive, Mark stumbles upon the corpse of Elyndra Ashford, a legendary SSS-rank holy knight, inexplicably found in a low-level dungeon. One Awaken spell later, she becomes his undead servant: maxed-out stats, absolute loyalty, and—thanks to a morally questionable mind-altering ability—an obsessive love to him. Together, they secretly grind dungeons, with Ely handling the combat while Mark lurks in the shadows, leeching XP and loot like a professional AFK farmer. Mark’s plan to stay unnoticed falls apart when he resurrects more SSS-rank beauties, unintentionally forming an unstoppable harem of undead women who worship him like a god. Drunk on success, they challenge the ultimate SSS+ dungeon, where Mark’s player passives cause undead monsters to ignore him entirely. A fatal mistake. Captured by the seductive Demon Queen, Mark is reduced to her personal toy, intended to sire a demonic heir. But his loyal undead harem crashes the dungeon, defeat the queen, and crowns Mark as the new ruler—adding her to the harem as an unexpected bonus. Now, with max level unlocked, his full powers restored, and an empowered dungeon under his control, Mark finally has everything. Except peace. While his ambitious harem urges him to conquer the world, Mark just wants to relax and live quietly—preferably without causing the apocalypse. YOU CAN EXPECT: - Harem building with obsessive loyalty (R-18 content) - A morally dubious protagonist with dual perspectives - No formal "system", but game-like skills and passives - An overpowered MC (eventually) - No NTR - No Yuri NEW CHAPTERS ALL DAYS
Lets_lament · 16.3k Views

My False Skin

In a world where the Echo pulls people into another realm under the full moon, survival is not rare but it is never guaranteed. Every month, thousands are taken. Most do not return. When Kieran survives his first summoning, he comes back changed in ways no one can see. The Echo dropped his class onto an island swallowed by mist, hunted by swarming ape-like creatures and hemmed in by a violent waterfall that marked their only escape. Eighteen of his classmates died before they reached it. The twelve who returned were classified as Bonded, altered by the realm and given aspects that reflect something instinctive within them. Jace came back stronger, carrying the blunt certainty of a baboon bonded to his spine. Rachel returned quieter and sharper, her cobra presence altering the way rooms behaved without anyone quite understanding why. Others found balance, speed, strength, endurance. Kieran received something less obvious. Grip. Surface adhesion. The ability to cling. At first, it feels underwhelming, almost laughable. Back at school, the world adjusts around visible power. Jace draws attention effortlessly. Rachel moves through corridors without obstruction. Kieran walks beside them and remains what he has always been,overlooked. When a group of girls mock him in front of his friends, the humiliation doesn’t break him. It clarifies something. Survival in the Echo required adaptation. The real world requires something else. And his aspect is not just about clinging to walls. It can reshape him. Alone in his room, Kieran discovers the deeper function of False Skin. It responds not only to instinct but to conviction. With enough focus, he can refine bone structure, alter posture, change the cadence of his voice. The transformation costs him. Strain behind the eyes, a creeping fatigue, but it holds as long as he believes in it. So he creates a second version of himself. Sheeran. A transfer student with sharper lines and steadier presence. No known abilities. No history. When Sheeran walks through the school gates, the reaction is immediate. The same girls who laughed now compete for his attention. Teachers engage. Boys compete with him. The social hierarchy bends in small, revealing ways. Rachel is the only one who doesn’t respond predictably. She senses familiarity beneath the surface, though she cannot explain it. She had defended Kieran when he didn’t defend himself. She liked the original version something he never saw. Meanwhile, the full moon approaches again. When the Bonded return to the Echo, they are no longer desperate survivors scrambling for escape. Their objective now is to clear and fortify the zone around their waterfall exit. But the island has changed. The ape creatures have multiplied, learned, begun constructing crude structures in the mist. And when their bonded animals manifest beside them, Jace’s powerful baboon, Rachel’s silent cobra. Kieran is disappointed to find a small gliding lizard at his shoulder. He doesn’t yet understand how dangerous something patient and unseen can be. As the Echo grows more complex and rumours circulate about higher tiers of Bonded who struggle to return to the real world at all, Kieran stands at a crossroads. In one world, he is invisible. In another, he is necessary. And in both, he is learning that identity is not fixed, it is chosen, reinforced, and sometimes rewritten entirely. The question is not whether he can survive. It is which version of himself will.
Peter_Robinson_5047 · 7.8k Views

Sold by love

I'm Julie Michael, I'm 18 I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." -------------------- She waved her hand with bitter irony: "Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?" I nodded, confirming: "Yes." A low growl escaped her, and she said: "You are worse than him." Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: "Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?" Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 69.2k Views

One Piece: Trust Me Marines, I’m Nothing But Loyal!

First year in the Marines “Loyalty, Justice, Courage!” Fifth year in the Marines “If you don’t take it, and I don’t take it, then how could Admiral Sengoku ever take it? And if Admiral Sengoku doesn’t, how are we supposed to move forward?” Tenth year in the Marines “Fleet Admiral Sengoku, why won’t you stand up and clash head-on with the Five Elders in Mary Geoise?” That year, Ortoren enlisted as a fresh recruit, his head full of ambition—dreaming of rising through the ranks and seeing the world for himself. Years later, Ortoren became commander of G-5, leading nearly eighty thousand elite frontline Marines. By then, loyalty was all he had left to cling to. Later still, he rose to Admiral of Marine Headquarters, entrusted with overseeing the New World. With hundreds of thousands under his command, his power rested on one simple truth: “The Five Elders praise my loyalty and courage, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku treats me as if I were his own son.” In time, Ortoren commanded armies numbering in the millions. At his word, the seas themselves seemed to tremble. One day, as he walked through Marine Headquarters, a group of officers suddenly surrounded him. They overpowered him—the strongest man on the seas—and draped a yellow robe across his shoulders. “It’s cold, Admiral,” they said. “You should wear something warmer.” Looking into the earnest eyes of those officers, Ortoren let out a long, weary sigh. “After all these years of loyalty, my name is ruined in an instant. You’ve truly done me in.”
PinkSnake · 1.3m Views