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My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

A person who had been considered trash all his life. A person who had only been cared for by his mother and no one else. A person who didn't have a Spark where everyone else did—a person who couldn't cultivate. That was... Han Li. Yet, on his 18th birthday, everything changed! He was on the roof of his home, frolicking with his mother as usual, when he was gifted something by her—a blank and incomprehensible notebook that she had bought from a scammer. No, it was not blank, not incomprehensible to him; it was as clear as daylight. Others couldn't see the words written there, but he could see them, and he was stunned—the inheritance of the Sacred Demon of Lust. And thus began Han Li's rise. *** Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/d7gNwe9zDw [Warning – Mature Content and Taboo Relationships.] [Explicit R18] What should you expect from this story? A Harem with fleshed-out characters. As for the number of women, the core harem would be under 20, but he would have more women. It is especially a story for the MILF lovers out there. The MC is a decisive and demonic person who knows what he's doing. SO, HE IS NOT A PASSIVE SLOG! Expect no cliché overload. Even if some things seem cliché, they won't be in the long run. There would also be a fun power system to explore. Plot, plot, characters, power system, and nice world building. What else can you ask for? Jump in! Of course, women. Ladies, all with their own characters, personality, and beliefs. Especially lots of love for the Mother! ... (No NTR: MC's women would not be touched by any other man.) (No, Yuri: MC's women won't play with each other.) (No R***: Obviously).

FamishedGod · Oriental
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252 Chs

The little creature that flew high

Han Li looked at her black eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

A cloud that hid the sun's rays from their faces moved away, and its blinding light hit them on their faces, making them squint. 

"What do I want you to do…" Yue Li pondered aloud and then shook her head, "Why should I be the one to decide that? Are you not the smarter one?"

Han Li looked at her with a sigh. Her black gaze looked the same as yesterday while her looks appeared as refreshing as ever, but on her, he could feel a bit of hopelessness. Of a lack of meaning.

She looked almost like the ones who lost their way—The Lost, the cultivators who couldn't handle the recurring dreams after each breakthrough and chose suicide instead.

He felt his heart clench, and his anger almost soared—had he been the young and idiotic man he once was, he would have already wanted revenge, but he was not that naive, nor was he so optimistic.