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The Dark-Immortal's ROD

{Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Harem, Dark Themes, and Ruthless Protagonist} Betrayed by those closest to him, Voldrak—the most formidable Outer Immortal—has fallen from grace, cast down to the desolate Base Realm. Now stripped of his power, freedom, and wealth, he awakens as a slave in a harsh world where only the strong survive. Reduced to a shadow of his former self, he is left with two remnants of his past: a faint trace of dark energy and a cursed Dual-Cultivation System he despises. Faced with a grim fate, Voldrak is forced to wield the forbidden power he loathes. Staring at the first notification from the system and the woman at his feet, he makes a chilling decision. “I will use you,” he growls, expecting resistance. But the woman, driven by her own desire for power, meets his gaze with equal resolve. “Then use me,” she whispers, eager for any chance to seek her own revenge. With vengeance as his guide, Voldrak begins a dark, perilous journey to reclaim his place in the Immortal Realm. …until one of his wives falls in a brutal battle, and Voldrak realizes the bitter truth: the cursed system wasn’t aiding him—but simply waiting to take control of his body. Enraged, he sacrifices his closest allies, shattering the chains of the cursed system. In doing so, he uncovers the truth of his erased memories and his hidden identity: the Supreme Ruler of the Superior Immortals, betrayed and cast aside in a cruel conspiracy. Reborn in blood and fury, Voldrak makes a pact with a demonic entity, sacrificing his mortal body for a chance at true rebirth. With his soul blackened beyond repair, he sets out on a new path, one paved in blood, vengeance, and unrelenting conquest. [Minion Subjugation System Activated] [Stella—Sixth Rank Soldier Defeated. Choose Action: Absorb Her Power, Convert Her to a Minion, or Add Her to Your Harem.] With each victory, his power grows, as he conquers new and brazen enemies. The three Superior Immortals, fearing his resurgence, scramble to halt his ascent.

deGreen_clawn0 · Fantasie
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Truce? What is that?

Flonda stirred awake, blinking slowly as the first rays of dawn filtered into the tent. She stretched, her body still warm from the night before, but the spot next to her was already cold. Sitting up, she saw Voldrak, fully dressed, standing at the tent's entrance.

"My lord... where are you going?" she asked softly, sitting up, still groggy but already sensing that something wasn't right.

Voldrak didn't turn to face her. "I have things to handle," his voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of detachment. "You'll stay here. I'll be back."

Flonda's eyes narrowed. "Stay here? I can come with you," she replied, already scrambling off the bed and tossing the sheets aside, reaching for her clothes.

"No," Voldrak's voice was firmer now, his cool gaze finally meeting hers. "You're not."

"You can't just leave me behind! I've fought by your side. I can do more if—"

"I said no." His words cut through her protests like ice.