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The Psychopath's Harem

I shouldn't ask, but — What happens when a manipulative, narcissistic, half-psychopathic bastard with a broken god complex, who is a 12 years old incel, writes a novel? Congratulations, you have found the answer: "The Psychopath's Harem"! _________ Synopsis: Son of Destiny, this was the term used for the heaven blessed child who brings order and balance to the world. But what will happen if a psychopath is chosen as the destined son of fate? Will the he save the world or the world collapse with him? Wait there! It isn't a story of son of destiny ascending to the peak of immortality. The peak had been achieved and surpassed... It is not a story from weak to strong... Xia Tian does not stand at peak of mountain like other immortals, rather gaze from the sky like a God. A True God. Every Immortal wants to fly and soar to the sky and reach Godhood... But what after it? End of story? That is a new beginning and not the end... The story doesn't end after becoming a God rather starts... Join the journey, where Xia Tian toys with son of destinies and tramples above the arrogant female leads... He neither spares the Destiny nor his daughters, all are same in his eyes. . . . Every 50 Golden Ticket = One Bonus Chapter! Gifts: Dragon - One Bonus Chapter Magic Castle - Two Bonus Chapter Spacecraft - Three Bonus Chapter Golden Gachapon - Not Expecting to recieve this, so haven't decided. [The Bonus chapters would be released within one week upon receipt of gift, with the donator name written at the top of the chapter.] . . . Warning: This work is purely fiction, and it does not promote any kind of violence against any living being. Please read with caution. . . . Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF Disclaimer: Cover page is not mine.

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Descend into the Abyss: The Su Family's Fiery Demise (6)

[Disclaimer: No clones or double bodies would be used for Xia Tian's toys, dual cultivation partners, his daughters or any other permanent female character!]

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The battlefield was a scene straight out of a horror movie.

The sky was filled with corpses, suspended in the air by spears that had been driven through their bodies.

The sight was enough to make even the bravest of warriors shudder in fear.

The weaker ones had died instantly, their lifeless bodies hanging limp in the air.

The stronger ones were barely holding on to life, gasping for their last breaths.

It looked as if a massive battle had been fought, but it had ended abruptly, with no survivors left behind to tell the tale.

The ground was littered with broken weapons, shattered shields, and discarded armor. The earth itself seemed to be traumatized by the violence that had taken place.