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Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

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Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

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10 tagar
Chapter 1Peak Life

The man, in his twenties, hummed softly to a catchy tune playing from his phone as he stirred a pot of Japanese curry simmering on the stove. 

The faint aroma of spices filled the small, cluttered kitchen. 

With a grimace, he scratched at the waistband of his black shorts, the only piece of clothing he had on. 

"Ugh, this summer's brutal," he muttered under his breath, feeling the heat cling to his skin.

Letting out a low grunt, he set the spatula down, and with slow, tired movements, gathered his long, unruly black hair into a loose ponytail. 

He rubbed his chin, feeling the prickly hairs of his unshaven stubble. Another yawn escaped him, his exhaustion evident in his heavy-lidded eyes.

"I really need a bath... maybe hit the public bathhouse later," he sighed, speaking to no one in particular. 

"Save money and water, right?" His voice trailed off as if trying to convince himself of the logic.

He glanced at the pot, a hint of concern crossing his face. "Alright, you're my meal for the whole week... don't let me down, okay? No spoiling before I even get a chance to enjoy you." 

After a final stir, he grabbed his phone, silenced the music, and flicked the stove off. 

Without a second thought, he shuffled toward the bed in the next room, collapsing onto it with a tired groan. His body sunk into the mattress, and he let out a long breath, closing his eyes.

Matt, twenty-five and now unemployed, had hit rock bottom only three months ago. The company he worked for had gone bankrupt, and just like that, he was left adrift, jobless and unsure of his next steps. 

Since then, he'd been on the hunt for work, but so far, no one had called him back. 

Money was tight—almost nonexistent, really. And much of what he'd saved was long gone, spent on his otaku passion. 

Figurines, posters, keychains, and a mountain of 'waifu' merch filled his room, leaving little room for practicality. 

His gaze drifted to his most prized possession, the dakimakura of his beloved anime waifu. Hugging the long pillow, Matt let out a soft, desperate whine. 

"Ritsuki-chan... what am I gonna do?" His voice cracked slightly as he squeezed the pillow closer to his chest. 

"There's no way I'm selling you or the others. I can't live without you!" 

His grip tightened, as though clutching the pillow could somehow stop the flood of anxieties from crashing in.

His eyes wandered over the room, the shelves crammed with figurines, posters covering every inch of wall space, and his gaming rig humming softly in the corner. 

It was his sanctuary, his escape from a world that didn't understand him.

But today, something was different. Another yawn came, but this one was deeper, heavier. His head began to spin, a dizzy, disorienting feeling creeping in. 

The room around him started to blur, but his tired mind didn't register the danger. 

With a final sigh, he buried his face into the dakimakura and drifted off, unaware that the gas leaking from the stove would make sure he wouldn't wake again.

.

.

.

Matt's eyes flickered open, but instead of his familiar room, he was met with the face of an unbelievably beautiful woman. 

Her long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, glowing softly in the dim light. 

Her large, glimmering blue eyes were enchanting, almost too vivid to be real, and there was a strange golden ring in each iris that only added to their allure.

She smiled tenderly, touching his forehead with a delicate hand. "Oh, my son," she whispered, her voice soft and warm. 

"I can finally see you after nine long months. Welcome to the world, darling." She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead.

Matt blinked, utterly confused. He couldn't react, couldn't even speak. In fact, his whole body felt… off. Weirdly light, like it wasn't his at all.

'What the hell is this? Am I dreaming?' 

He thought, attempting to move his arms—or at least, what should be his arms—but nothing responded. 

'Why can't I move?! What kind of messed-up dream is this?'

He tried again, twitching his body, but it only made him feel more helpless. 

'Ugh! What the—?! I'm stuck!' 

Frustrated, he gave up, letting his gaze rest on the ethereal woman hovering above him. 

There was something so perfect, almost anime-like, about her, yet she looked incredibly real. 

'Well… as far as dreams go, this one ain't half bad,' he thought, eyeing the woman's porcelain-like skin and perfectly styled silver hair. 

'Wait… did she say son? So, I'm her kid?' 

He blinked a few more times, processing. 'Damn… what a dream. Might as well roll with it.'

"Honey, what should we name him?" 

The woman asked suddenly, her face turning toward a man who had just walked into view. 

He had sharp features, golden hair, and stormy gray eyes. He looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy novel. 

'Holy crap, that dude looks like a freakin' prince,' Matt thought, looking in awe. 

The prince-like man gazed down at him, tilting his head. "Hmm… since he has black hair, why don't we call him Claude?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

'Wait… black hair? Claude? Doesn't that name mean 'lame' or 'cripled'?' Matt squinted internally, baffled. 

'Sure, that name isn't supposed to be bad, but come on, man!'

The woman's eyes darted nervously, and she smiled awkwardly. 

"W-What do you mean? He has his grandfather's hair!" she protested, clearly trying to smooth things over.

Matt's mind suddenly clicked. 'Oh man, I'm the bastard child, aren't I? She cheated on him!' 

He sighed internally. 'Whatever, it's just a dream. Not my problem!'

The man's smirk deepened. "Exactly. That's why the name suits him perfectly, doesn't it?" 

His words were laced with a subtle jab, and the woman's face fell.

"Fine," she muttered, her voice soft with sadness. 

"Whatever his name is, I'll always love him." 

She kissed Matt—now apparently named Claude—gently on the forehead, but there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes as she watched her husband leave the room.

She turned her attention back to Matt, her fingers gently tracing his tiny nose with a loving smile. 

'Wow… she's really beautiful,' Matt thought, feeling a little guilty for admiring her so much. 

'Even more beautiful than Ritsuki… Wait! No! I can't cheat on Ritsuki!'

But before his thoughts could spiral further, the woman's expression turned worried. 

"But why aren't you crying like other babies? Is my little Claude alright?"

Her worried blue eyes tugged at Matt's heart. 'Should I cry? I mean, I guess I should… for her sake.' 

Just as he was about to force himself to cry, she spoke again, making him freeze.

"Maybe you're just thirsty? Do you want some of Mommy's milk?" she asked sweetly, unbuttoning her top to reveal her generously sized chest.

Matt's eyes went wide as saucers. 'HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! THAT'S SO BIGG!!'

Her… assets were enormous, easily an F-cup, and they seemed to defy gravity as they hovered inches from his face.

'MY GOD! I HAVE TO SUCK THOSE?!' 

Matt's mind raced in circles, both panicking and rejoicing at the same time. 

His internal screaming reached a fever pitch as she moved closer, and before he knew it, instinct took over. 

His baby lips latched onto her breast, and he began to drink.

The taste of the milk was unexpectedly sweet, almost like a creamy dessert. 'This is actually… amazing.'

Unable to resist, his tiny baby hands grabbed at her chest, squeezing softly as he continued to nurse.

'This dream better never end.' 

Matt's mind buzzed with pleasure as he nursed away, thoroughly enjoying his bizarre dream. 

'Forget everything—this is peak life right here.'

Anda Mungkin Juga Menyukai

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

RighteousFilth · Fantasi
3.7
819 Chs

Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

What do the words Third-Rate Villain mean? Doesn't every human being possess their own background story? Just because a game hadn't explored one's background story, does it mean those characters are irrelevant? In a world where video games come to life, Astron Natusalune is introduced as a seemingly insignificant character—a third-rate villain with a minor role. However, this ordinary facade belies a haunting past that has shaped Astron into the vengeful soul he has become. Someone who would do everything for his vengeance. What will occur if Astron's soul combines with one from Earth? Will he relinquish his position as a third-rate villain, or will he forge a new path? Driven by a singular purpose—to avenge his sister's tragic death and bring justice to a cruel world—Astron embarks on a transformative journey. Witness the journey of the Astron as the young boy experiences a profound shift in his own values as he witnesses firsthand the consequences of unchecked vengeance and the true complexities of morality. -----------------------------------0------------------------------------ Chapter length 1750-2500 At least one chapter a day. You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur ---------------------------0------------------------------ Business E-mail: yusuftalhayasar@outlook.com Discord: _yty_

Darkness_Enjoyer · Fantasi
4.3
882 Chs

The Witch Hunter System

Dual cultivation isn't a choice; it's a necessity. After being struck by a truck like most lucky protagonists (or unlucky ones), Vaan found himself transmigrated into the body of an orphan in the world of witches and demons. However, they didn't always exist. Demons terrorized the world ever since the Gehenna Realm descended over 300 years ago. but along with them, came mana, giving birth to witches to combat these demons. Since then, the world of men was dominated by witches, establishing the seven witch kingdoms, which safeguards at the forefront of the demon invasion. In order to survive in the matriarchal society of the witch kingdoms, Vaan, like all other men who cannot use magic, had to learn how to service the witches to survive. Nevertheless, it did not come without its own benefits. Years of research have led the world to the discovery of intimacy between men and women could increase the witches' mana absorption. But at the same time, men could absorb some of this mana to improve their physique and lifespan. Thus, since then, an intricate relationship was formed between men and witches in the red-light districts. Love became casual, and dual cultivation is common. As a prodigy in the art of pleasing women, Vaan lived a smooth two years since his transmigration as an orphan. However, everything came crashing down in a heartbeat one day when his life was nearly taken, and Lady Eniwse whom he served went berserk. Even so, that was not the end. With the awakening of the Witch Hunter System, watch how Vaan takes on the world and becomes the lord of witches. ===== Genre: [Mature Content] [R-18] [Smut] [Magic] [Witches] [Demons] [Spirits] [Dragons] [Beasts] [Reincarnation] [Adventure] [Action] [Mystery] [Academy] [Weak-to-Strong] [Scheming MC] [Harem] [System] [Servants] [Slaves] [Smart MC] [Alchemy] [Forging] [Misunderstandings] [Game Elements] [Kingdom-Building] [Overpowered MC] ===== Note: Contains lemons. Hunting witches does not necessarily imply killing witches, if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ===== Feel free to join the discord for novel discussion or grab the novel update role to be notified as soon as new chapters are released in the link below; https://discord.gg/9SUWMPZ ===== My other novels; First novel: Prime Originator (Shared Universe) Second novel: I am a Notorious Boss in the Alternate World (Shared Universe) =====

Pointbreak · Fantasi
4.4
1046 Chs

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"Level up? Dragons?" Eighteen. The age of Awakening. An important moment where every human in the desolate maga-cities unlocks their Talent, a unique ability to carve a path in this monster-plagued apocalyptic world. Alister Hazenworth, a graduating student, and a rising star at the prestigious Aegis Academy, was destined for greatness. His exceptional athleticism and magical aptitude promise a powerful Talent – a guarantee for a secure life and social status. But fate had different plans. During Alister's Awakening ceremony, it's revealed that he's a Summoner. Instead of admiration, he faces mockery. His once bright future turns bleak as his "friends" desert him for Talents they see as more "useful." left alone, Alister awakens a system. [Host found, system binding...] [System binded successfully.] [Congrats, you have gain the status of 'player'.] [Ding!! Congrats to the player for awakening The Dragonforge - an overlord system.] [Ding!! it has been detected that the player possesses a latent draconic aspect, and as such will only be able to summon dragons!!] [Will the player like to proceed with their first summoning?] Cast aside and underestimated, Alister becomes a force to be reckoned with. He embarks on a journey, building his own dragon army – a crew of majestic wyverns, fearsome drakes, and ancient wyrms. He raids the wastelands, reclaims lost resources, and dismantles the prejudice against summoners. Every day, his power grows, his bond with his dragons deepens, and his legend spreads like wildfire. Discord server: https://discord.gg/zbQwWCSCrn [A/N: This is a slow paced novel, don't expect the protagonist to suddenly start out overpowered and start dominating left and right, he will become an overlord of dragons, yes, but it will take time. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)] Cover made by me /⁠ᐠ⁠。⁠ꞈ⁠。⁠ᐟ⁠\

Zurbluris · Fantasi
4.4
415 Chs

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