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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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Chapter 712-The Song In The Darkness.

Carmel closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady herself. She could feel the pressure of the mermaids' gaze on her, their golden eyes watching her every move. But more than that, she could feel the weight of her own past calling at her, the importance of the moment not being lost to her, Carmel understood how important the current situation is.

Yet within her heart sone kind of calling came, a representation of sort, whispering into her mind that perhaps this might be a pivotal moment in her life where a change could happen, the foreign connection she felt with the boy in front of her coming forth. This wasn't just about appeasing the mermaids—it was about something deeper. It was about finding herself, about understanding the connection she felt with the boy in front of her.

The first few words came out as a whisper, soft and hesitant, but as the harp melody enveloped her, she found her voice growing stronger, more confident. She began to sing: