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#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION

Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

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Sheering

Clara bit her lip, unable to stop the gasp from escaping her lips.

'This is strictly to save his life. Yes. This doesn't feel good at all. Not one bit.'

Clara was a tomboy, as Dyon often teased her for. As such, she played a lot of sports as a kid before she stopped to focus on her cancer research. So, her hymen had long since broken due to those activities, and considering the fact Dyon was the person she would want to do this with the most, she felt no pain whatsoever, exactly like Ri and Madeleine.

Dyon felt the slow grind of a wet vortex steadily lowering toward his base.

Soft moans escaped from Clara as she hoped that Dyon was too weak to hear her. If she couldn't focus, this would all be for nothing.

Soon, she reached the very base, but she felt like all of her energy had been sapped from her.

She fell forward, resting her head and hands on Dyon's broad chest while she slowly grinded her hips. It was almost like she had forgotten the true purpose of her actions.