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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 817-Practise Makes Perfect.

The game wore on, and Lompak found himself increasingly pushed to the wall. Ella's pieces stormed like a tsunami, her rooks and queen inextricably knitting a net around his king. His resistance was nice, earning high remarks on his moves and perseverance, but the first cracks began to appear.

"Check," Ella said, the queen sliding to h5, her tone matter-of-fact yet with an unmistakable hint of triumph.

Lompak moved his king to f8, narrowly escaping immediate disaster. His mana flared erratically as he tried to hold his crumbling position together.

Ella was relentless. She moved one of her pawns forward to g6, putting pressure on him. "Checkmate is unavoidable, Lompak," she said, her voice was not kind, and moreover firm too.

Lompak was grinding his teeth. He pushed his rook to e8, trying a last desperate counterattack. For a moment, the audience felt he could still claw his way back.