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

The forest was silent other than the faint noise of birds from the distance and the simple movement sound of insects. From all around, the noise of silence seemed almost heavy this morning, added to the faint moisture of the late morning.

The place somehow felt blessed with calmness.

Amidst the shrubbery and darkness was a huge tree filled with vines all over and full of red fruits. It was the kind that rarely anyone liked to eat but looked extremely sweet.

And at the stems of it was a cave-like short structure where people could easily take shelter under the wind and rain.

Inside stood a person, heavy in thought.

He was Han Li, looking around curiously; he gently caressed the stems and vine as he sighed.

Pushing away the vine doorway, a woman entered, her body rather sweaty. "Ah, this is the place; ah, so nostalgic!" she exclaimed as Han Li looked at her.

Ink meets scroll, the invite's sent, For a union under heaven's tent. Tea and silks, in hues so bright, Preparing for the wedding night.