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Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO

In the year 2173, the world's first Full-World Virtual MMORPG game 'Astral Online' changed the face of the blue planet Asteria. With its revolutionary Digital Capture System, players could scan themselves into the game with up to 20% beautification, and millions flocked to play it. The game's popularity skyrocketed with the introduction of the Real Money Trading (RMT) system, and professional players formed guilds and factions to increase their profits. But this prosperity was short-lived, as players began to fuse with their avatars, gaining powerful abilities in the real world that tipped the balance of power and caused chaos. Two years later, demons and monsters from inside the game invaded the real world, decimating over 90% of humanity. The remaining survivors were left hiding in fear, unable to fight back against the invaders. Zell was an average player who spent most of his life working overtime to make ends meet; although he inherited a wonderful house thanks to his parents, most of his wages went to the property tax and food bill. He found solace in collecting beasts in the game and evolving them into humanoids, primarily females. When the end came, he was powerless and alone, with only his pets and Rika, his cherished Flame Rabbit, as his companions. In a final act of bravery, Zell saves the life of a strange girl with white wings, sacrificing himself. But instead of dying, he awoke in an empty white room with a single computer and a game-like screen that allowed him to edit his IRL avatar and persona. Zell's second chance at life came with a mission: survive. But who gave him this second chance, and for what reason? Could he meet Rika again, or was she lost forever? As Zell navigates this dark new world, he must confront the harsh realities of survival, facing danger at every turn and making difficult choices to determine his fate.

Duke_Asmodeus · 奇幻
分數不夠
298 Chs

Chapter 103: Demon Prince~ Haha!

Zell hovered in the air, his ears listening to the battle symphony, the pathetic lives of random humans dying, and the brave cries of those he might once have known.

'Chris, Esmera, you're still fighting in that state...? Haha!'

"Take this, a little gift for all those late-night snacks when I was too poor to feed myself, over 9,000 lives, and you always tried to help, no matter how big or small."

His face was calm, without any change in emotions, only his eyes and lips moving to show his utter jubilation and delight. 

'To think you finally got yourself a wife; we cannot let you look uncool now, can we?'

He was like a dancer in the skies—his body began to move around the skies, his red and black wings creating a beautiful trace of light, as countless plumes of flaming feathers were created one after another, his body darting around like a dragonfly on a river's surface.