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Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

There are three realms in the multi verse; The Cosmic, the Mortal and the Nether realm. Hal grew up in the mortal realm with no idea whatsoever of who his parents were. His love for relics, adventure and the occasional danger would aid him in finding a genie's lamp. Rubbing a genie's lamp should grant three wishes, but Hal is struck by lightening instead and eventually arrives in the Cosmic realm with a large book in his mind space titled; The Primordial Cosmic Grimiore, that apparently holds all knowledge for a perpetual reign. And so Hal's journey begins in a little city called Salmon city, in the body of a 17 year old boy also named Hal but was sold into slavery by his own father. Hal finds out who his mother (prior to reincarnation) whose bloodline now flows unmixed in his new body is.... Join Hal as he battles mortals, Dragons, phoenixes, Gods and many more together with his harem of Beauties for the complete subjugation of the three realms. --------------------------------- So this is an original novel and I am giving it my all and I hope you give it a chance. The First twenty chapters (more or less) were not quite good but that is because they were the first I ever wrote so please read till chapter 30 at least before deciding if it is not for you. It really gets better quickly. P.s The cover Is not mine

Nate_Quinn · Eastern
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A Reeducation. R-18

Makena watched in awe as not just the flaccid organ she was holding but the whole of Hal's body turned crimson marred by black lines. Hal sat up and crimson wings with thick black veins spread out his back.

Horns grew out of his forehead and it all taken with his smile was quite sinister.

However, the Silver moon sect head watched it with skepticism. Probably wondering what this was all supposed to mean.

She of course understood soon enough when Hal permeated the room they were in with his grey pheromones. Which after taking one whiff of, had Makena more flushed than she had been since this all began.

Almost as though she was in a trance, Makena reached out to the now-crimson, flaccid cock and she resumed her strokes.

When she became alert to what she was doing, she did not stop.

She could not stop.