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Food War Henti

henti mutation god system

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me
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War Scars

The drums of war beat a relentless rhythm, echoing across the land and shaping the destinies of three individuals bound together by conflict yet driven by vastly different motivations. Their interwoven and complex stories paint a stark portrait of the human cost of war, shifting perspectives to reveal the brutal truths hidden beneath banners and battle cries. First, we meet Lairia Lights, a 20-year-old knight, the shining beacon of her kingdom. Her name, ironically, reflects the deceptive nature of her reality. Lairia is celebrated as a hero, a symbol of unwavering loyalty and strength. But beneath the polished armor and skilled swordsmanship lies a pawn. Her unwavering devotion to the crown makes her easily manipulated, a weapon wielded by those who prioritize power over principle. She believes in the righteousness of her kingdom’s cause, blindly charging into battles fueled by propaganda and a naive belief in honor. Her narrative is a cautionary tale of blind loyalty. Then there is Aaron Rodgers, an 18-year-old warrior consumed by the fires of revenge. Marked by his race and ostracized by prejudice, Aaron has known hardship since birth. The war has taken everything from him, leaving a burning desire to avenge the injustices inflicted upon his people. Unlike Lairia, Aaron sees the cracks in the kingdom’s facade. He understands the war not as a glorious crusade, but as a brutal land grab fueled by greed and power. His motivations are raw and visceral; he fights not for ideals, but for survival and retribution. His story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. Finally, we encounter Clayton Danks, a 37-year-old veteran warrior, a ghost haunted by the specters of his past. Clayton has seen too much, done too much. The war has stripped him of his innocence, leaving him burdened by the weight of his past mistakes. More profoundly, the war has cost him his family, the loss of his daughter a constant, agonizing reminder of the price of conflict. He grapples with PTSD, struggling to reconcile the man he once was with the broken individual he has become. Clayton’s story serves as a stark warning about the long-term consequences of war, the invisible wounds that fester long after the battles have ended. He represents the forgotten casualties, the veterans left to silently battle their demons while the world moves on. As the war intensifies, the paths of Lairia, Aaron, and Clayton are destined to intersect. Will Lairia’s blind loyalty finally be shattered, forcing her to confront the true nature of her kingdom? Can Aaron find solace beyond revenge, or will his thirst for retribution consume him? And will Clayton ever find peace, or is he doomed to forever wander the desolate landscape of his past?
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