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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.

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Grand Opening

"Is everything ready?"

Standing right before the main gate of the entire area, I threw one last look behind to see Venna nodding her head with a resigned look at her face. I guess asking this question over and over again didn't lead to the small staff that we employed, suddenly finding something that required to be taken care of.

While I could run around the entire place myself to check everything this one last time, I decided that with how little others would know about this investment, I had to do my very best to promote it to the best of my ability. Instead of sitting in the VIP lounge and watching the occurring events from a comfortable chair, I stood at the very frontline, waiting for the big clock that decorated the building to ring the bell, indicating that the time to open our gates finally came.