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MY LUST SYSTEM: War Against The Heavens

Is it worth it? What is the use? Why even bother? These questions have plagued Leo all his life. From losing his parents at a young age and grandparents later on, teaching him the futility of life. He lived a boring and uneventful life until fate caught up to him. Ding! [Congratulations! You have been chosen the inheritance of Lust] [Rejoice, you have been chosen by the demon Lord to lead the war against the heavens] The introduction of the system into his life soon turned it into something adventurous. Tasked with sleeping with virgins, seducing the righteous, and spreading immorality to the entire realm, Leo is exposed to a world he never knew existed. The war against the heavens will not be easy and as one of the seven deadly sins chosen by the demon lord, Leo has become a target of the supreme deity and the hosts of heaven leaving him no choice but to sleep with women and share the joy of lust to the world in exchange for power! "A difficult task but it is one I am willing to fulfill!" [New mission acquired] [Task: Seduce and Sleep with….] [Extra information: As the wielder of the Lust inheritance. Host gains strength through sexual intercourse and engaging in immoral activities.] [Reward: Unknown] [Penalty; Unknown]

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Vengeance

In the wake of the emotional moment between Leo, Liliana, and the silent observance of Lara, a palpable tension lingered in the chamber. The unspoken turmoil and the weight of recent events hung in the air, leaving an uneasy silence in its wake.

Liliana, still clinging to Leo in a desperate embrace, gradually began to calm, her shivering subsiding under the reassuring presence of his unwavering support. With a deep breath, she slowly withdrew from the embrace, her eyes still reflecting the lingering distress and vulnerability.

Leo, his stoic demeanor unwavering despite the emotional maelstrom within, gently disengaged from Liliana's hold, offering her a reassuring yet silent nod. He stood, his movements purposeful, as he fetched a nearby cloth to tend to the unnoticed cuts on his palms, stemming the slow trickle of blood without a hint of expression on his face.