FamishedGod

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. 

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[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!

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(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).

My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

Stretching his back along with the sun's rising light, Han Li looked at Liyue walking to the backyard with a sleepy face and a still stooping head.

"You are late, Liyue." He Laughed.

He was naked above the torso and was also sweating. He had already warmed up slightly. While beside him was Yue Li, who was playing with a piece of wood, slowly carving it using her small knife.

She was so focused she didn't even feel Yue Li's appearance.

Han Li sat down, smiled at that, and looked back at Liyue while taking a fresh breath of the morning mist. She shook her head to clear the grogginess and moved beside a wooden bucket: taking the cold water, she washed her face and brushed. Then, she moved to the side and brought her trusted stick—spear—while skipping on her feet to stand in front of him.

"Where is your mother?" he asked again.

Slice of Life till the Soul's awake.