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Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.
Staplehead · 665.3k Views

Reborn to Slap Young Masters

Betrayed by his sect, mocked as trash, and slapped to death by young masters, Xiao Fan was the ultimate cultivation joke. Until the heavens gave him a second chance—with the Slap Dao System. Slap to level up. Slap to break through. Slap to steal fiancées and crush egos. Now, with one palm, he can humiliate arrogant nobles, explode dantian cores, and win over the coldest jade beauty. Reborn, Xiao Fan shall rise. This time, he’s doing the slapping. Xiao Fan died kneeling. "Trash, die!" A slap from Young Master Bai exploded his teeth. Cultivation ruined. Betrayed. Dead. But fate had other plans. He opened his eyes. "I'm... back?" Outer sect. Five years ago. Still trash. But this time— Ding! [Slap Dao System Installed] > Slap = EXP Slap Arrogant Enemies = Bonus Slap Beauty = ??? He stood up. First goal: beat Young Master Bai's face into spiritual enlightenment. Second: make the Ice Fairy kneel. Third: ascend. His hand trembled. Not with fear. But excitement. The Slap Era has begun. Outer Sect disciples trained. Xiao Fan walked in like a boss—still in trash robes. “Trash Xiao dares show his face?” That’s when Young Master Zhang strutted in. His hair oily. His fiancée stolen. His eyes arrogant. “Trash! Scram before I slap you!” SLAP! Xiao’s palm flew. Zhang spun three times midair and faceplanted. Silence. Ding! +100 EXP Level Up: Qi Gathering 1 → 3 “Wha—?!” “His cultivation rose from one slap?!” Xiao smirked. “Speak again. I need more EXP.” Zhang trembled. “Forgive me, Senior Fan!” “Too late.” SLAP. Go check out my Patreon:patreon.com/LongYuan or Or just go into the site and search for my author name Long yuan So, go and support me if you can. absolute brain rot cultivation story.
Long_Yuan · 3k Views

Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World

Jiang Ning Transmigrates at a Time of Turmoil To protect himself, he began training in martial arts using his “grinding experience” panel, quietly building his strength. Gradually, he discovered that as his cultivation techniques broke through their limits, various attributes began to manifest some even concealing the authority of divine beings. Through the martial path, he started to harness both divine authority and innate supernatural powers. [Five-Animal Fist] : From the initial grind to the perfected state constantly breaking through limits and acquiring various attributes: the five vital organs store essence and each harbors divine power. [Indestructible Body] : From the initial grind to perfection continuously shattering limits and acquiring myriad attributes, endowing him with an unbreakable golden body and immortal divine bones. [Inner Alchemy and Life Cultivation] : From the initial grind to perfection relentlessly breaks limits and gathers various attributes that allow him to remain at the pinnacle and attain immortality. One day, the Martial Saint who had kept the world subdued for eight hundred years struck at him. He slowly smiled. “Are you trying to attack a divine being?” When the very weapon once capable of slaying immortals and annihilating gods fell upon his head, he merely tilted his head slightly; not a single hair was disturbed. “My foundation has long been forged into an indestructible golden body!”
LordoftheReader · 32.6k Views

CyberPunk: Low-Life, High Tech

"Greetings, chromed crusaders and organic oddities! Welcome to Night City—where the neon’s brighter than your future, the smog’s 40% carcinogens and 60% shattered dreams, and your survival strategy boils down to evading landlords and lead poisoning. Corporations? They’re auctioning your aspirations at a 300% markup—conveniently bundled with lifetime debt! Gangs? Hosting turf wars like community theater—tonight’s performance: Kabuki Carnage (sponsored by Maelstrom™). And Trauma Team? Let’s just say their motto’s ‘Resuscitation Pending’—pending your premium tier, of course. Strap on your subdermal armor, choke down that soy-paste ‘gourmet’ experience, and cross your fingers your neuralware doesn’t critical error during today’s mandatory firefight. Spoiler alert: it will. Tune in for updates, tune out the screams, or get systematically optimized—your obituary airs right after these messages. Stan out!” Translation Note: Now, listen up, choombas—this here’s a fresh take on "赛博朋克: 2075" from Qidian, a’right? Big shouts to SrMagnus for thier killer version, Cyberpunk: The Relentless (seriously, go read it—preem stuff). But I figured the ol’ girl could use a bit more ripperdoc grit in her veins, yeah? More scalpels, more synth-leather creak, more of that "oh-shite-my-spleen’s-out" charm Night City’s famous for. Sláinte to the OG, and here’s to bleedin’ new edges on the blade. And hey - if you've got thoughts, toss 'em my way. Feedback's always welcome, long as it's not written in bullet holes.... or soya milk, that shite just tastes wrong. [Cover art is not my own—just borrowing it for the ride. Original artist, if you’re out there and want it pulled, shoot me a message and consider it done. No drama, just professional courtesy. Cheers!]
Buckie_Blue · 26.8k Views