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Mind Demon's Path of Domination

``` Mark woke up one day, reincarnated out of a demon egg. His body was as strong as iron. His instincts were capable of noticing a silent fly an arm's length away. And above all, his eyesight was sharp enough to see the small holes in an enemy’s clothing. He was a Demon. 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!] [Hea...] 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. ``` =●= 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!

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The Demon City

Mark opened his eyes in a bustling street and immediately held his breath. Figures walked around him, squeezing him between them as they moved past. Groaning slightly, he pushed through the crowd and finally, moved out of the push and shove to the side.

He spat to the side, breathing heavily.

"Oh, young man," a woman called from the side and he turned around to stare at her. She was old and wrinkled, very human. "Do you want cooky?"

Mark felt some instinctive dread and shaking his head, ran away from her. He stopped in an alley, hands on his knees. The place was lit with a red light and his shadows warped hideously as if laughing at him.

"Damn hell," he said, then turned to stare at the sky.

The skies were dark, crimson moonlight illuminating the area.

Squeak. Squeak.