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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).

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Burning of the Dao Tree

As Han Li got busy helping Hua Yu achieve a Power Born level physique awaiting Li Shuanwei's return, in another place in Sacred Lust, something else was happening.

It was atop a small hill. Surroundings were a sight of their own, with dead mortals of all ages littering the area. Women, men, kids, and the elderly of all skin colors. Their gory bodies, which could have once been beautiful things, were now just bones. Nothing more, nothing less.

In contrast, the hill in the middle was a pristine grassy place. No blood, nothing. On top of it was a young man with pale grey eyes, violet nails, white and old material robes, and a silent and calm aura. He tsked through his teeth and spat out some bloody flesh.