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The Conquerors Path

Love, lust, and desire... Austin didn't know much about all that in his past life, for he was average in all aspects of his life. A guy who took psychology and math to learn because he couldn't get into biology, the only exciting thing about him being the fact that when he died, he ended up in his favorite eroge game with the task of getting the girls and making the protagonist a loner. Love, like manipulation or time in hell... That was his choice from the God Of Games... The beautiful girls of tsunderes, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the...yandere, and more. A world with living, breathing women of high status and power who don't like to share... So what happens when Austin goes behind them?... What happens when the Gods that feel nothing feel for him? What happens when he becomes the gigolo of the Gods?... Well, come and find out as he tried to survive among all the crazy women that exist... [There will be a lot of sex scenes, but it might only start after about 60 or so chapters.] (Note: Hey, first of all, this is not a fanfiction! It's true that the beginning of the story and some parts resemble some novels, but none of the characters are related to others from the novel. Also, the story flow will become completely different later!! Again, not a fanfic! The image does not belong to me; if the creator wants to remove it, message me.) My Discord: https://discord.gg/XyYvJ389mg

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Chapter 861-A Widow?

I couldn't help but mutter under my breath as we walked through the endless palace corridors, "All this ceremony for a simple meeting seems a bit excessive." The words escaped before I could catch them, echoing softly against the ancient stone walls. The sound of our footsteps mingled with the gentle rustling of the maids' dresses ahead of us, creating an oddly musical rhythm that only emphasised the palace's overwhelming emptiness.

One of the maids – I'd started calling her Silverthought in my head, thanks to her striking silver hair and the way she carried herself like someone who carefully weighed every word – glanced back at me. Her eyes held a hint of amusement, though her voice remained professionally neutral. "His Majesty prefers things done properly," she said, in a tone that somehow managed to be both gentle and absolutely final.