Prologue: The Scammer God!

"He's down! He's down!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is happening!"

"The underdog, Hunter Kane, who was dominating the amateur league, is down!"

In the cage, a young man who looked like he was 19 years old struggled to stand up from the right hook he had just eaten.

His handsome face was bleeding from the opening in his forehead, and his crimson eyes were struggling to focus on anything.

His opponent had a triumphant smile on his face as he waited for the referee to check on the young man.

"He just had to break the glass at the last moment. Useless."

A large, burly man clicked his tongue as he lounged in his luxurious chair, watching the fight on his large TV.

A cigar in his fingers was smoking, the scent of burning tobacco wafting across the room.

One look at the man and anyone could tell he was a rich mafia boss, dressed in a white suit and holding a cane.

His name is Viktor Romano, one of the mafia tycoons of this City of Angels.

"Slurp~ I told you, right? My son is better than that mongrel."

The lovely, mature voice came from below him.

"Kane is also your son."

The burly man grabbed the woman's head and pushed it down onto his big, meaty cock.

The woman didn't resist; like a seasoned professional, she took his entire cock in her mouth without gagging or hesitation.

"Gawk~~. Not a real one. Even his father hates the boy, while my son—gawk~ gawk~"

"More work, less talk."

Viktor Romano ordered.

The woman was undeniably hot.

Despite being in her early forties, she possessed a charm that could rival a twenty-year-old supermodel.

Her matured body boasted a curvy figure, and her face was enough to make men drool.

"Yes, yes—Gawk~ gawk~"

Slurp~ slurp~

The burly man watched the scene and felt the heat. He had invested in the boy, spent money on him, but it seemed like the woman was right.

He didn't like it when others were right.

With a click of his tongue, he threw the cigar in his hand at the TV. It hit the monitor, and sparks flew everywhere.

The monitor blacked out for a moment, but the scene inside the cage continued.

He grabbed the woman's head with both hands, ready to face-fuck her, but she planted her hand on his thighs and looked up at him.

She was disobeying him. A smile formed on the man's face.

He could just take her now, and she wouldn't be able to defend herself, but he liked challenges.

"Tell your son to come to Hell's Ring..."

A slutty smile formed on the woman's lips, and the man felt her loosening her grip on his thighs as she slowly let her mouth swallow his whole cock.

He had been with so many women, some by force, some by blackmailing, but the way this woman sucked him was something else.

She was like a succubus.

She was the only one who could take his entire meat in her mouth without gagging.

He gripped his hand on her hair and started fucking her face.

"If he shows promise, I'll invest in him."

The woman smiled again and increased her pace in pleasing the man.

...

Back at the cage, Hunter Kane shakily stood up.

He could barely stand. He didn't want the referee to end the fight and disqualify him.

This was his chance to enter the pro circuit, and pay off Viktor Romano.

He had taken some sum for his mother's cancer treatment from the mafia boss, but now he was motherless and in a huge debt.

Blood dripped from his face as he focused his eyes on his opponent, who was dancing around him.

"I'll win this. I will fucking win this!"

"He's back on his feet. Can you imagine the spirit of this young man, the drive! The willpower."

"You gotta respect him, folks!"

The commentary rang in his ears, the clapping of spectators resounded in his chest, like drum rolls.

They were giving him encouragement, and it made him smile.

It was all the motivation he needed.

The opponent threw a jab towards him; he ducked, dodging the blow.

'Yes, my chance. Ha ha--eek.'

For a moment, he thought he had the victory in his grasp until he saw the knee coming towards his face.

It connected, and the world blacked out for him.

Hunter's eyes languidly opened; his head hurt like someone was pounding it with a hammer.

"He's down. Kane is down."

The crowd went silent, and he could feel a numbing sensation throughout his body.

But how could that be?

His opponent, Jackal Fernandez, was on top of him, pounding his face.

He heard the referee yelling at Jackal.

The young man couldn't remember what happened. His head was dizzy, and he was losing consciousness again.

But Jackal didn't stop, and finally, Hunter Kane saw the light at the end. It was soothing, and it beckoned him.

He felt himself floating towards the lone light in the darkness.

"So warm. Like mother."

The light felt like a mother's caring touch, and he was sure, he will be safe in that light.

He reached out to the light, and suddenly, he heard loud cussing from inside the light.

"You mother fucking immortal fairy fucking King... No, no, no... You fucking sissy!"

Kane had a hard time deciphering what the fuck was happening.

"Is it God?"

The sound became louder with each passing moment.

"It is not my fucking problem you couldn't satisfy your fucking wife, you limp dick."

"Your dick is the size of my toenail. No, not even half the size of it. Hmpfff..."

'What the hell!'

Hunter had never heard such vulgar words, not even from his stepmother and stepbrother.

Whoever was on the other side was very angry.

'Does God talk like this?'

He didn't know, but he was about to find out when he saw a silhouette behind the light.

It became bigger and bigger until he saw someone come through it, floating just like him.

The figure was wearing a traditional Chinese wuxia-style dress that looked like someone straight out of a comic con or something.

'No, no. Not comic con. Some Chinese web novel or something.'

The guy was undeniably hot and handsome.

He had his hands folded like a tsundere, with an air of arrogance and pride.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards Kane.

"Kid..."

Kane waited for the fateful words of the god that was greeting him; after all, this guy was going to tell him his future.

"...do you have big... pochihontas?"

"What?!"

"Tsk, tsk. Kids these days."

The man clicked his tongue.

"Pochihontas? Dick? Cock? Pole? Rod? Meat stick?"

"What the fuck? Are you even a god?"

"Me? God? Ah, yes, yes, yes.... I'm a god...and I need to know this, kid. I need to know this at least."

Kane waited for the god to continue his question; after all, even if this guy was a bit rude, he's still a god. Right?

"Do you...have a..."

Kane eagerly waited again for the god to continue. Albeit being a little rude and...weird, he was still a god, right?

"Do you have a...hot mom or a grandma?"

The god asked, his eyes glittering like a child on christmas morning.

"What the hell? No!"

Hunter wanted to get out of here, he didn't want to talk about his life to this god at all.

"You don't. Tsk, tsk... You fuckers....you gave me an orphan boy!!! I will never forgive you."

The god raised his hand and cursed at the light behind him.

Hunter sighed. He just wanted to get over this quickly.

"I've a stepmom. She's hot. But my father loves her so much--"

"I'll fuck her for you!!!"

"What the fuck! No, no, you can't— who the fuck even are you."

"Guugu gaaga, goodbye, kid. Maybe someday we will meet again. Until then, don't get killed out there."

"Wait, what?!"

Hunter Kane didn't have time to question his life choices as he was sucked into the light.

The fake god smiled mischievously as he rubbed his hands together.

"Well, I suppose a new life, a new world to be fucked."

"I wonder what breed of women will be out there? Immortal fairies, dragon queens, cat girls, and succubi? Or maybe those goddesses."

"He, he, he... let's go, baby! This heavenly young master is about to breed this entire world."

He flew the way Kane had come from and entered his new life.

...

Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to another adventure. Please, do yourselves a favour and leave your brains here.

You won't be needing them for this journey. Allow the heavenly young master to take care of everything for you