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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 · Fantaisie
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75 Chs

Two corpses

Oliver's frustration boiled over, and the atmosphere crackled with the intensity of his anger. His eyes glowed with fierce determination as he clutched his resonance weapon, the manifestation of his mother's power. The once gentle herb collector was now a force to be reckoned with.

"You think you can just take me in like some common man?" Oliver's voice echoed with a menacing tone. "I won't be a pawn in your life."

As he spoke, the resonance weapon in his hand began to morph and change, taking on the form of a deadly looking spear, its blade emanating a foreboding red smoke. Oliver's head throbbed as the power surged through him, a mix of his own anger and the remnants of his mother's strength.

The two women, initially confident in their discovery, took a step back, sensing the shift in the air. Sweat formed on their brows as they exchanged uneasy glances. Something was off, and a sense of fear crept into their hearts.