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My Dragon System

Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 10 - 20 chapters] "What, I have received two SSS-Ranked skills? Tower, show me." [Skill Name: Divine Pervert Touch] [Skill Name: 10,000 Ways of Pleasure Manual] --- Kent was a handsome human male who, for some reason, couldn't get his d*ck to stand up, nor was he able to feel pleasure. He lived his entire life full of regret and hatred. Knowing his days wouldn't get any better as time passed by. He chose to become an adult movie director, where he got to see things up close and earn handsomely for his professionalism. (He couldn't get his dick up, so no weirdness on set...Lol) Then he was killed, and his soul was sucked into the realm of Hatred and Resentment. Everything changed for him from there on. He received a Celestial Grade Inheritance Tower, which granted him access to an Overpower Harem System. He also received a goodly body with a full 9 inches divine rod. But that wasn't for free... He was assigned a mission to kill the god of alchemy by the goddess of hatred and resentment. Of course, he must make the goddess his first harem member as the requirement for his first challenge. After a whole year of sex and pleasure, he got his wish. Then, he was sent to start his journey as a cultivator with a haram system and two SSS-Ranked skills. With Women waiting for his rescue and a goddess who grants his every wish, Kent began his journey with the divine rod that would be used to make women happy. A journey full of blood, pain, and Pleasure... ============ No NTR No Yuri ============ Join The Discord Server: https://discord.gg/HQFRrS8y6Q
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my beast change system

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---
Luthendo_Muleya · 1.3K Views

My System was Muted!

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*
Daoistc5PXIE · 16.7K Views

My Demonic Empire System

Alan Yokob dies as he lived—in a blaze of violence. A hitman with a reputation for ruthless efficiency, his final act is a fiery car crash. But death is not the end. When Alan opens his eyes, he finds himself in another world. Complely different from earth. “Welcome to Kirath,”. Once, this realm teetered on the edge of annihilation until mortals overthrew the Demon King’s tyrannical reign. But a thousand years of “peace” have left Kirath fractured—its magic withering, its lands plagued by cataclysms, its people rotting from complacency. The solution? Resurrect the demons. And they’ve chosen Alan, a man who traded in death, to wear the crown. To survive, Alan must wield the **Oblivion Pact**, a parasitic system that rewards carnage with unholy power. Kill to summon ★Soulrenders★—demonic warriors bound to his will. Conquer to rebuild. Rule to channel the chaotic energy that once made demons the world’s necessary evil. But Kirath’s fractured kingdoms see only a monster, not a savior. Holy knights hunt him as a blasphemy. Fallen heroes, drunk on their ancestors’ glory, vow to finish what their forebears started. As Alan battles to resurrect a demonic legacy he doesn’t believe in. The demons were not mere oppressors—they were shackles binding a far older terror. Now, with their power waning, that ancient hunger stirs. To save Kirath, Alan must become the Demon King the world fears… or watch it drown in the hubris of its own “victory.”
Blackcovra · 21.2K Views
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