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Harem God: Leveling Up Yanderes in the Apocalypse

In 2077, the gods sent potential successors across the cosmos to Earth for the God Trial. The result: the apocalypse and the rise of history’s most unlikely Harem God candidate. Leon Traxler was a sociopath with a phobia of using women for sexual desires. Yet he chose the power to build an overpowered harem because finding strong, loyal companions during the apocalypse was unlikely. It was a calculated decision, but he got something he hadn’t bargained for. Emotions. With a power that leveled him up through emotional milestones and a system that made him feel them for members, he quickly amassed power and decided that the apocalypse was a blast. Driven by a desire to make his violent yanderes happy, a love for animal ears on women, and a narcissistic wet dream to be the only man on earth, he decided to partake in the God Trial. His strategy? To raise an army of women, build a city for his harem, and start a cultured civilization that would naturally end when he died. Join Leon as he becomes a celebrity on god social media, rises to power on earth, and lives life as a playboy in the apocalypse. —Story Notes— - If you like the story, check out my new story, My Yandere Harem, for ultimate yandere destruction. - Leon's technically a psychopath, hiding his lack of emotions behind a false, normal image. He's ruthless to men. - His phobia is the driving factor that makes women comfortable joining his city. Think about it. - The story starts delightfully chaotic but quickly matures into a real story. - There's strong character development before it's lemon picking season. No one-dimensional women. - There will be lemons. Truckloads.

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The Most Toxic Friendship Ever

"AWHOOOOOOOOOO!" Mirth howled, looking upward at the moon.

The werewolf's eyes illuminated in vivid gold before she turned her head at a speed that left after-images.

Before Manka could react, Mirth's razor-sharp teeth sunk far into the webspace between her index and thumb, biting into a muscle required to squeeze her hand.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Manka roared as her right hand released involuntarily, enraged that the werewolf damaged her ability to squeeze.

If it were a real fight, it was uncertain whether she'd heal; at a minimum, she'd scar and be permanently damaged.

Without thinking, the snake woman threw her hand to the side.

BOOOOM! Rumble, rumbled, rubble, rubble, rubble….

Mirth flew into the colosseum's wall, causing the haremites above it to shake violently.

Before Mirth or the haremites could recover—

BOOOOOOOOM! RUMBLE, Rumble! Rumble, rumbled, rubble, rubble, rubble….

—Manka's tail smashed into the wall, causing the entire section of the colosseum to rattle.