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

After making his mother trade the Life-type resource in their hand for something that could heal and mend broken limbs, Han Li waited for the resource to arrive with bated breath. The Life Fruit in Han Li's hand had already vanished.

He was a cold man, a man as cold as ice. Time had made his soul one made of obsidian. He could endure pain himself to a point even the other Transcendents would be stunned if they knew it. He was cruel to others. He could kill anyone other than a few without even blinking. Yet, he was just as cruel to himself.

He could, without batting an eye, hurt himself to achieve what he wanted.

Yet, seeing his mother squirming in pain as blood dripped through her clothing, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. Yet, he consoled himself: 'This is just temporary. Everything temporary would be fine when the time comes. Impermanent things are worth as much as an ant; do not linger on pain. Search for the solution.'

Calm before the storm?