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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

Chaosking · Fantasi
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803 Chs

Chapter 552-Close To Death....

"With all in agreement, I can start, right?"

I asked, my words earning their nods, yet a presence of unease still lay within all of them. Not having the mind to deal with that now, I turned towards Mira, a nod leaving me to which Mira just nudged me away with Aria.

The two of us quickly appeared in a closed basement, the raw corruption energy here being disgusting and huge.

"I hate this place, Daddy," Aria spoke as her nose wrinkled along with her eyes. To this, I patted Aria's head, my eyes moving toward the minuscule crack in the air, floating in the middle of the room. The corruption energy that should be unseen now in the open and clear eyes as dangerous red tendrils-like energy kept escaping from the crack, its size barely being equivalent to a pinky finger, yet the consequences of its power were devastating to the world.

"Now you just pretend to pass your power to me while you place your hand on me, got it?"