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

[Volume 2—To the throes of the unwise, I sing the harmony of life and death.]

Wind and rain buffeted against the parasol. It flapped and flopped, making a dark and ominous noise that echoed alarmingly. The surroundings were deadly calm, cold, even.

The parasol hid the thing beneath it; in the darkness of the night, the thing's eyes were clearly unusual. Somehow, they stood out because It was… not there.

Those Eyes were empty, though the more apt word to say would've been the abyss.

The parasol-holding creature walked forward in the night. Everything was eerily silent except the wind and rain.

The unholy forest stretched under its footsteps, ever wide and disturbing as the rain splattered around it with tempestuous weight.

The pools of water it walked over turned into crawling worms, and everything it walked on seemed to just... fall into nothingness, being evaporated.

3 Years had passed