HaoridKen

Ashen was a man from earth.

His job? 

Nothing he just helped lonely women who didn't get enough love from their Husbands with his huge dragon of love. 

He didn't left any prey who he had his eyes on, whether it be Mom or daughter, all would be caught in his lustful hands.

But after getting in an accident, he is reincarnated into a useless Prince's Body in a cultivation world.

[Ding! Welcome Host I am the Villainous System"]

Ashen: "Villainous System? What is that?"

[Ding! This world has innumerable protagonists but only few villains, therefore, to maintain the balance you have been brought into this world and I am here to help you in your journey]

A sinister smile hanged on Ashen's lips as he muttered: "Doesn't that mean I can do all that I want"

[Ding! No host, you are the useless prince now, You need to become powerful to do that]

Ashen's smile retracted for a few second before appearing again: "Oh, I am a Prince? Then shouldn't I have a harem?"

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NO NTR and there will be NO Yuri.

Ashen will be netori, Ashen will not get cheated on.

• 200 power stones: 1 extra chapter
• 300 power stones: 2 extra chapters
• 500 or higher: 4 extra chapters

Villain : I reincarnated as a Prince! Shouldn't I have a Harem?

Mo Fan, standing on the edge of the ring, looked at Bai Leng with wide eyes.

"Bai Leng, I admit that you are a strong opponent and if I was even a bit more careless, I would've been eliminated just now, but looks like my luck is still strong. You'll realize just how bad your luck is, that I am still in this match!"

Saying that, Mo Fan got into the horse stance with both of his hands to the side. He had understood that if he wanted to win, this skill was the only way.

He had to take Bai Leng by surprise and eliminate him in one go.

His fists began to get engulfed by a dark Misty hue that appeared ominous.

Bai Leng could sense the power contained in this skill that Mo Fan was conjuring.

Recognizing his own strength, Bai Leng contemplated: "This skill... I can't stop it if I face it head-on. Sigh... Looks like I'll have to rely on my weapon for this."

Tournament-5!