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

Liyue and Han Li walked hand in hand around the temple steps; they were alone. Her legs had a small spring to them, and she looked around, searching for the perfect step to evolve in, as she called it. There were many steps, and of course, there must be a step that she should also like.

The monks here had a little...legend.

The best step was the step that was taken. If she didn't take it, it would be nothing but a normal step, but if she took it, it would be a way forward. It was jargon, of course. It didn't mean anything in particular. Yet, it was fun.

Maybe it was because she was about to Evolve… everything seemed fun.

The steps that were so slippery due to ice it would have been impossible to walk on it—had she not trained in the art of spear. The hand of the man she loved and her freedom to swing it around as she hummed a small tune and walked down with… no worry of slipping. Even if she slipped, he'd hold her.

Evolution failed? Or not?