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The Conquerors Path

Love, lust, and desire... Austin didn't know much about all that in his past life, for he was average in all aspects of his life. A guy who took psychology and math to learn because he couldn't get into biology, the only exciting thing about him being the fact that when he died, he ended up in his favorite eroge game with the task of getting the girls and making the protagonist a loner. Love, like manipulation or time in hell... That was his choice from the God Of Games... The beautiful girls of tsunderes, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the...yandere, and more. A world with living, breathing women of high status and power who don't like to share... So what happens when Austin goes behind them?... What happens when the Gods that feel nothing feel for him? What happens when he becomes the gigolo of the Gods?... Well, come and find out as he tried to survive among all the crazy women that exist... [There will be a lot of sex scenes, but it might only start after about 60 or so chapters.] (Note: Hey, first of all, this is not a fanfiction! It's true that the beginning of the story and some parts resemble some novels, but none of the characters are related to others from the novel. Also, the story flow will become completely different later!! Again, not a fanfic! The image does not belong to me; if the creator wants to remove it, message me.) My Discord: https://discord.gg/XyYvJ389mg

Chaosking · Fantasy
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Chapter 756-Time For The Traitor(3)

The tension in the room thickened as Draxton's broken form was dragged into the chamber, and the reactions of the QuiverLords were mixed. Their discomfort was evident, each of them feeling a pang in their heart seeing the situation of the one that had crawled to the top with them.

Vexa's golden eyes narrowed, but her usual predatory playfulness was muted. She still sat with authority, her gaze shifting between Draxton and me as if trying to reconcile the brutality before her. Eldon looked down at his bow, his fingers tracing the wood with a soft sigh, while Sylvanna's sharp eyes bore into me, demanding an answer without words.

Ragar shifted comfortably in his seat. Malek, meanwhile, remained as cold and detached as ever, his crimson eyes glinting under the hood as he silently observed.