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FREE USE in Primitive World

[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] *** 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.
Moanarch · 3.6m Views

Next Generation Arsenal/ fragments of defiance

Reality is not natural. It is administered. Every action requires permission. Every consequence must be paid. Gods rule because existence recognizes their authority—and those deemed too dangerous, too contradictory, or simply too inconvenient are erased until even history forgets they were there. Nyxus should have suffered that fate. Known as Access Denied, he survives an attack designed to delete him not only from existence, but from the story itself. Thrown into Archaverse Twenty-Seven, Nyxus awakens beneath the rule of Karma, the God of Chaos—a being so thoroughly favored by reality that the universe carries out his decisions before he needs to move. Nyxus is recruited into ACT, a faction of anomalies led by the impossibly knowledgeable Aoikishi. Its members include Kaosu, Karma’s rebellious son; Raiyo, a swordsman capable of severing the relationships between things; Torin, an ordinary man too stubborn to let his own injuries stop him; and Yamiya Miekō, the surviving remnant of a deleted world whose strange Dark Logical Energy can reduce impossible systems to their simplest answer. They are not an army. They are an arsenal of errors reality failed to correct. Their enemies extend far beyond Karma. The Continuum Concord appoints gods, regulates history, measures deviation, and removes anyone whose existence produces too many “Flicks.” An ancient man whose touch destabilizes reality has concluded that suffering itself is being arranged into stories—and he intends to find whatever is watching. What begins as a hunt for corrupted artifacts and the mythical Terminal becomes a war over the ownership of existence itself. To survive, these anomalies cannot merely become stronger. They must deny the permissions that make gods untouchable, sever power from its source, simplify the laws protecting it, and force reality to collect the debts it has paid on behalf of its favorites. But some truths were buried deeper than history. Something inside Yamiya has never needed permission. Gods can die. Heroes can be deleted. Narratives can be destroyed. And somewhere beyond everything that believes itself real, the Observer is watching. This is not the story of one chosen hero. It is the story of every broken thing that refused its assigned ending. Fandom: https://next-generation-arsenal-nga.fandom.com/wiki/Next-_Generation_-_Arsenal_-_NGA_Wiki
James_Nelson_6200 · 26.7k Views

Honkai Star Rail: I Created A Chat Group With The Aeons

Transmigrated by a literal slap from Aha, the Aeon of Elation, Leon finds himself thrust into the vast, star-faring universe of Honkai: Star Rail. But he isn't just an ordinary Trailblazer; he is an anomaly outside the bounds of destiny, capable of wielding the power of all eighteen Paths. His mere presence shatters the predictions of the Aeons, prompting the most powerful gods in the universe to form a cosmic chat group just to watch his daily antics. Armed with an impossibly thick skin and reality-bending powers, Leon decides to turn the galaxy into his personal playground. Why choose between Stelle and Caelus when you can hand-craft a second Stellaron and have both? Why follow the tragic script of Jarilo-VI when you can just hand the villain the script and force a happy ending? From flirting with the dangerous Stellaron Hunters to leaving the Genius Society utterly baffled by his biology, Leon rewrites the stars at his every whim. As Leon boards the Astral Express, he brings a storm of chaos, comedy, and overpowered dominance to every world he visits. But with the Interstellar Peace Corporation taking notice, the Lord Ravagers declaring war, and the Aeons watching his every move, the universe is about to realize that the greatest variable isn't a Stellaron—it's Leon. Will the galaxy survive his relentless pursuit of 'fun,' or will he accidentally conquer the cosmos while trying to build his ultimate harem? [Raw: 星铁:开局浮黎碎了怎么办] [TAGS & CATEGORY] Category: Fanfiction - Video Games Tags: Action, Adventure, System, Transmigration, Overpowered, Harem, Magic, Face-slapping, Reincarnation, Beast Taming Topic: #HONKAISTARRAIL #HSR #OVERPOWERED #HAREM #COMEDY
InorinTL_ · 1.5m Views