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Mind Demon's Path of Domination

Mark hatched out of an egg one day, reincarnated as a demon! His body was as strong as iron, instincts capable of noticing a silent fly multiple meters away. Eyesight sharp enough to see the small holes in an enemy’s clothing. Moreover, he also had a system. [Soul Devourer] [Eat souls to grow stronger.] [Mind-type Demonic Tricks have been derived out of your demonic bloodline!] [Heart Input!] [Input unsolicited thoughts in an enemy's heart and influence them!] Mark took a deep breath. How can he allow himself to live a mediocre life after being given this second chance? Now, he wanted it all! Women, wealth, power, status, and even eternal life! His ambition was set, his heart was on fire. A demon had been born. ``` =●= Author's Note: What kind of story will this be? Strong to Stronger more than Weak to Strong. Mark will be an incredibly powerful fighter among his Tier most of the time but not invincible inside it. Expect a lot of incredible power systems throughout multiple worlds, a gripping narrative, a bundle of lovely female cast, and lots of sweet, tasty world-hopping. And heart-thumping, blood-boiling battles. Discord Link for character arts and to get in contact with the author: https://discord.com/invite/6ZGpkzxtTe Disclaimer: There will be explicit smut chapters but NO Yuri, NO NTR, and NO R*PE. (No Mind Control R*PE here. NADA.) Romantic relationships of the MC will not be a mind-manipulated puppet show. I despise that. He cares for his women as much as they care for him. As far as I can, there will not be any cardboard characters made to fill in the character count in the MC's harem, either. As in, all important characters will have a story of their own; as if they themselves were a main character. Hopefully, it all goes well. I am trying my best, you just have to read it now. Enjoy the ride!

CoughBlood · Fantasia
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Dream Input!

The War Slayer Armor. It was a creature that had a lot of history behind it, one bathed in blood, agony, and survival. 

Bathed in war.

In an ancient battlefield, some demonic geniuses had joined together and created it using materials collected in different worlds, and it had run rampant ever since in all battles it fought. 

An Armor born for war.

An Armor born to kill.

An Armor born to be the strongest.

No matter what it had to do, it shall accomplish its purpose of being the strongest. No matter what. 

Everything else other than its purpose was background noise. Worthless of any notice unless it threatened or benefitted its path to its purpose.

It had to rise, grow stronger, return to that battlefield, and kill as many angels as it could. That was why it was born, that was what it should accomplish.

Its purpose.