CH1: Transmigrating Into A Cucked Future Dark Lord Isn't Fun

How much liquor does it take to fool a country boy into trying to kill a demon with his truck?

Silas awoke to a pounding headache and flashes of memories. Killing a demon with his pickup was almost like driving down an old dirt road new moon during the rut. Who forgot to tell him demons had telekinesis? He felt pants shitting dumb for flooring it after the demon instead of driving away.

It was his brother John's fault demons weren't real.

After the demon lifted his truck, Silas's memories blurred like when he took a sip of apple pie moonshine at 12. It tasted like heaven and burned the whole way down, he couldn't stop laughing, and it scared him off boos. There wasn't a drop of alcohol in his system when he tried to kill his possessed brother.

He died; the engine smashed his chest like a rotten melon; when his skin tore, it sounded like paper to his ears. That's when the crazy shit happened. His ex-wife was some kind of angel, and cursed him with misfortune.

That's probably what she said; he was a little busy coming to terms with dying.

So why was he alive even with a pounding headache. Like blowing open a beaver damn with dynamite memories poured in low res like a bad homemade porno.

The poor bastard he transmigrated into was better off dead. Silas felt so angry he couldn't breathe.

"I've been reborn as a royal cuck." Silas's words echoed through his tent. Other bodies lay with him as he shook. "Of all the retarded bullshit."

The tent flap opened, revealing a blond woman with pointy ears and pink pouty lips. Her long pointy ears twitched as more memories dribbled in.

"I've been captured by hentai," Silas said.

"It seems you failed to kill yourself like the others. Don't think you'll die before you breed the next generation." The sexy elf said.

Welcome to the Hentai Gotcha system, where through sexual deviance, all things are possible.

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Message. Hey, Silas, sorry about my bitch of a sister. Unfortunately, I can't get rid of the misfortune curse, but I made this system for you as an apology. Don't worry; the curse has no effect on it.

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3 Med Gotcha Token

2 Body Potential Pills

1 Elemental Skill Disc

1 Bottle of Bitch Breaker Viagra

1000 Omni Currency

All Items Inventoried.

Well, at least that answered where it came from.

"Did you know humans that willing sided with monsters are called Dark Lords?" Silas said. "My brother is such a fucking idiot. He thinks I would be too much of a bitch to try and kill myself. So not only am I already dead, but I went to heaven." Silas said.

The elf smirked as Silas pulled a pill out of his inventory. All he had to do was think about it, and it was in his mouth.

Another elf sprinted for the tent as he swallowed the pill. The elf huffed and puffed, titties bouncing and sexy leather-clad thighs pumping before he heard a howl.

Besides monstergirls like elves, there were true monsters in the woods released by various factions. The beast kin created werewolves to counter their numbers issue, and under the full moon, few were their equal.

Misfortune was right the beast kin in the Black March forest had a dark lord who didn't like rivals. So the werewolves would kill him on sight.

There was no choice; he had to roll for something to help him.

Silas activated all three tokens in his inventory. The elf woman grabbed him, pressed his head between her wonderful breasts, and leaped into the tent before shutting the flap.

He wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but the werewolves would hear him. Silas felt his dick harden and press against the elf's crotch. She raised a delicate eyebrow before grabbing one of the dead bodies in the tent. The elf rubbed herself with the blood staining the corpse before pulling him onto the gore covering the tent's floor.

Gotcha Rolling…

3D20s spent

Categories:

1 Science Fiction

2 Epic Fantasy

3 Cultivation

4 Super Hero

5 Video Game

6 Hentai

Item Type:

1 Summon Crystal

2 Skill Disc

3 Key

4 Misc

5 Vehicle

6 Structure

Results!

Three Tokens have been used together, combining their roll.

Category Roll: 3 Cultivation

Item Roll: 6 Structure

Token Roll: 53

First Time Roll Boost +3 per die

62

Reward: 7 Sin Apocalypse Demon Sect Skill Tree

Warning item is too large to fit in the inventory. Conflict Resolved Launching To your location.

The sky lit up suddenly, and an explosion picked up their tent and threw it.

He picked himself off the ground when the world stopped spinning and checked for broken bones. Miraculously besides a few toes on his left foot where he wasn't armored, he was fine.

The tent was somewhere else, along with the elf he planned to fuck. It reminded him of when his go-cart lost a wheel, and he tumbled with it down a hill. The seat belt came undone, and he found himself standing away from his broken go-cart.

Before, he could see the stars when the tent flap was open, but not anymore. Red veins flowed through white leaves attached to black wood. He could see the bodies of the werewolves and elves in the camp trapped in the tree's roots shriveling before his eyes. Silas saw seven fruits high overhead in the great tree's canopy.

He had to reach them; fortunately, Silas knew how to shimmy up and down trees, and thanks to giving up alcohol, he didn't have a beer belly.