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Tyrant in Women's World

Oliver, a man who stood out in every aspect from the societal norms of the world he was born into, suddenly finds himself immersed in a society where traditional gender roles have been completely reversed. Women now hold all positions of power, leaving men marginalized and facing various forms of discrimination. Men had been weakened both physically and mentally, leaving them powerless against the brutal and horny females that were waiting to devour them. In the midst of everything, Oliver remained the sole unconventional element that could alter the world's trajectory. He was famously known as the "Reincarnation of the Nameless Giant," a nickname given to him by women who feared him. For years, everything remained unchanged, but a dramatic turn of events set the wheels of fate in motion. The empire's steadfast pillar, who also served as Oliver's mother, inexplicably vanished without a trace, leaving no evidence of her existence behind. This is the tale of Oliver, a young man thrust into the midst of a perilous situation. His existence becomes entangled with the formidable threat of the carnivorous women that are waiting to devour him. Can he survive and find the mystery about his mother's disappearance, or would he take a different path as the only man that is different from the rest of male society and become a tyrant that would destroy this reverse world? (Dropped) ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord to see the illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

ElectricLuna · Fantasie
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75 Chs

Arrival of Tetsukyojin

A group of women, their hands bound in heavy chains, approached the imposing iron gate with a menacing air about them. They wore defiant expressions, as if their spirits had not been broken by their captivity. The clinking of chains echoed in the stillness of the moment.

"So, our seniors lost to these opponents? What an embarrassment!" The woman, who appeared to be the leader of the team, muttered, but she was soon struck by the guards who were protecting the woman, who seemed to symbolize the Dynasty itself.

At the head of this formidable procession was the same woman who seemed to glide rather than walk. She was dressed in an elegant kimono, resplendent with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. Her every step exuded an air of regal grace, her posture unwavering and dignified. Her presence demanded attention, and she was unmistakably the ambassador of the Tetsukyojin Dynasty.