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While Others Cultivate, I Use My Unique RPG Leveling System to Cultivate Smut Romance With Their Girlfriends!

Did I reincarnate? Or was I transported to an Isekai cultivation world? To be honest, I have no clue! What matters is that I turned from being useless, bullied, and trash, to fully-fledged garbage in my new cultivation world! But what is this strange bleep that keeps ringing in my ears? Is this some kind of system? Oh God! Did you gift me such a cliché, right at the start of my journey? Wait, why are you trying to kill me? Did I do something to you? Stand back or I will be forced to use unstoppable Exhudia! Tell me, what did she do for you to treat your significant other in this way? Let me show you how girlfriends should be taken care of! Wait, everyone was always telling me that demons are bad, so why is this demonic queen trying to seduce me? Wait! KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS SWORD! I just came back from a mission and was promised at least a half a year of break. Why are you bothering me again with something as silly as subjugating a devil general? ********************** Discord link: https://discord.gg/pJTVGZZ ********************* DISCLAIMER: I do not own the cover. It was made with the help of fellow author(ess?) with the usage of possibly copyrighted images. If you own the rights to any part of the cover and want me to take it down, please, inform me on my discord or comment.

MotivatedSloth · Eastern
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Chop, chop, chop.

As silly as it might have sound, while I could clear out huge parts of the forest just by creating a thin strand of entropy and driving it through the base of any of the trees that I wanted to use, as soon as I got my hands on a bit of wood, I used my crafting ability to turn it into a proper, wooden axe. Just by increasing the rearranging the way in which the small amounts of other elements hidden in the wood existed, I managed to create a resilient cutting edge, that allowed me to enjoy my life as a lumberjack.

"How long are you going to play around? We don't have a damned shelter yet, so take your ass over here and get back to work!"

This kind of message would be funny and quirky if Eve said it. If that were to be the case, I could pose as some kind of abusive husband, before ripping her clothes off and taking her right on the flowerbed that existed on several patches of the lands in the clearing that we got for ourselves.