POWER_

Warning: 
1. MC is a mad hound.
2. The story is R-17.99 as the title suggests.
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Ansel of Hydral, the Empire's most notorious villain, devours a peculiar being known as a "Traveller". 
In doing so, he glimpses a future of despair, a foreordained future featuring a war-god who can shatter armies, a saint bearing great sins, a mage discerning the truth, and a heroine of unassailable morality... These formidable "she" would destroy his family, his empire, everything he holds dear.

Upon truly recognizing the cruelty and weight of fate, Ansel has an epiphany.

"If the Empire requires reform, then there is no need for a so-called protagonist. Armed with this knowledge, I can effect change far more efficiently."
"And as for you, the world's chosen ones..."
"If destiny dictates that you cannot be obliterated, then I have no option but to make you fall... fall with me to the very end of the abyss."

In essence, this is a tale of a villain rebelling against fate, taming the chosen daughters of heaven, all while orchestrating a transformative revolution in the world.

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Harem
No yuri

A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Evora had fled far away after Ephesande took that punch from Seraphina, knowing that Ephesande would go completely mad. She had guessed Ansel's true plan at that moment.

Watching from a distance, she saw the utterly deranged Ephesande being consumed by the Source Flame, filled with uncontrollable joy.

When Ephesande was burned to ashes by the Source Flame, her crown would be within reach!

However, who could have imagined that the completely insane and incinerated Ephesande would, in an instant, lock onto Evora!

By the time Evora realized it, it was too late.

For at that moment, Ephesande was still... the supreme divine species.

Just as the Source Flame ignited everything about her, Ephesande, in an instant, planted an eternal flame on Evora before she could escape through spatial jump.

Then, Ephesande, wrapped in the Source Flame, transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the east, burning brightly.

Winner and Loser - VIII