Year 2076—The Fall of Humanity
The world as humanity knew it came to an abrupt and nightmarish end. The sky groaned, splitting apart as if a cosmic blade had forcibly torn through its very fabric. Reality itself twisted, warping under an unseen force. It was a sight that many manhwa authors had once envisioned in their stories—one they had secretly fantasized about.
A game had descended upon reality.
It all began with the release of an unprecedented virtual reality game, a masterpiece developed by the world-renowned gaming giant, Sony PlayStation. This game was unlike any before it—an immersive fantasy world where imagination knew no bounds. A world where players could wield immense power, traverse breathtaking landscapes, and engage in battles that defied mortal limitations. It was a dream come true, and humanity eagerly embraced it. Within weeks of its launch, nearly seventy percent of the global population had purchased and entered the game.
But that dream soon turned into a nightmare.
The very fabric of reality shattered as the boundaries between the virtual world and the real world collapsed. The game's realms merged with Earth, unleashing chaos upon the unsuspecting human race. Mythical creatures, once confined to the game's code, now roamed the cities. Monstrous abominations emerged from the depths of the fantasy worlds, preying upon humans like mere cattle. Elves, dwarves, demons, dragons— beings once thought to be the product of myths and legends—now walked among them.
Humanity, once the dominant race, had become the lowest of all beings.
The human was no longer considered a significant realm. In this new cosmic hierarchy, it was deemed the weakest, an existence barely worth acknowledging. The powerful beings of higher realms, looking upon humanity with pity, offered their aid—not out of kindness, but as a means to recruit followers. By pledging loyalty to these deities and fulfilling the missions they bestowed, humans were granted supernatural powers.
With newfound abilities, humanity clawed its way back from the brink of extinction. The world adapted to its new reality—status screens, skill levels, and mana reserves became an ordinary part of daily life. Classes dictated the strength of an individual: Warriors with unparalleled combat prowess, Assassins who lurked in the shadows, Archers whose arrows could split mountains, Wizards who wielded the elements, Necromancers who raised armies of the dead, and Summoners who commanded legendary beasts.
Yet, amidst this era of gods and chosen warriors, a rare few remained unaffiliated—humans who refused, or were unable, to align themselves with any deity. Without divine blessings, their power was considered inferior, their existence a mere afterthought in the eyes of the strong.
This is the story of one such being.
The Rise of Anos De Luna
Anos De Luna was no hero. He was not a warrior who stood bravely against monsters, nor was he a man of honor who fought for justice. He had no grand ideals, no self-sacrificing spirit, and certainly no desire to protect the weak. He was a man who sought only pleasure, power, and absolute dominance—and in this new world, such ambitions were no longer impossible.
Though he lacked the blessing of any deity, he possessed something far more dangerous—a secret talent, one yet to be revealed, a gift that would allow him to bring even the strongest women to their knees. Where others relied on divine favor and brute force, he would use charm, manipulation, and control to build his empire.
And he would not do it alone.
The strongest of women, warriors and queens alike, would fall before him—not as enemies, but as his possessions, his treasures, his loyal sex slaves. They would fight for him, kill for him, die for him, and kneel before him in unwavering devotion. Whether through power, persuasion, or something far more perverted, Anos would carve his path to supremacy not with a blade, but with those who would willingly serve him.
In this new world, where only strength ruled, he would become the ruler of the rulers, the master of the untamed, the one who stands above even the deities themselves.
This is the story of Anos De Luna—the man who conquered not through war, but through absolute breeding—and pampering of cause.
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