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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 · Fantasía
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75 Chs

Stay the night

Garnt's hand instinctively moved towards the concealed flintlock gun on his side, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of his resonance weapon. The room tensed as he assessed the situation, his gaze shifting between the guards and the woman who had blocked his path.

"Oh! Do you want to fight? Well, it's not like I dislike some resistance," The leader of the establishment muttered, and showed that she wasn't unarmed instead she had her own weapon.

As he began to draw the weapon, a voice, weak but determined, interrupted the impending confrontation. A woman, draped in dishevelled clothing and clearly in distress, stumbled into the scene. Her eyes pleaded for mercy as she placed herself between Garnt and the imposing figure who seemed to be in charge.

"Please, he's not worth it," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I beg you, don't harm him."