[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut]

After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts.

But in this savage land, one thing was missing.

​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy.

​Until him.

​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use.

​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. 

​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. 

​No woman is off-limits.

​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat.

From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed.

​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in.

​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure

But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer?

As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents.

A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die.

Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods.

This world is not your  fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse.

Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable:

There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs.

There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods.

The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule 

And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods.

Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture.

These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego.

Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived.

Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both.

A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance.

And into this world…

arrives a man who died mid-goon.

So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race.


[kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars]

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This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.

He stood over the dying Chief, his black armor stained crimson with Vane's blood.


"You wanted me dead," Sol whispered softly, leaning down near Vane's bloody, skinless ear. "Well, seems like fate is on my side as I'm gonna live and you… die."


Sol raised his left boot and brought it down with crushing force straight onto Vane's head.


The skull exploded like a ripe melon against the white slate bedrock, ending his miserable life instantly.


Sol slowly wiped his blood-drenched boot against the stone. He turned around, his neon-crimson eyes sweeping across the completely paralyzed, utterly broken battlefield.


This time not a single Coalition leader remained standing. The Layer 4 powerhouses were annihilated. Their Grand Chieftain was decapitated.


Sol stood alone amidst the mountain of corpses, a dark, invincible executioner standing at the apex of the battlefield.


Chapter 576 - Chapter 576: It Was All For Veynar!