CallmeGeto

[Warning: Mature Content]

"I got transmigrated into the game world I created?!"

Trent Docker, a youth who had wasted much of his life as a chronic gamer and web-savvy individual, finally utilizes his cyber intellect to become a better person. He creates the most magnificent virtual reality game ever, which immediately garners sponsorship and funding, and Paradox Unbound, the best VR game, is established. 

However, fate takes a dark turn when Trent and his family are brutally murdered by his new business partners. Summoned by a goddess, he is granted a second chance at life with a condition: he must eliminate chaos and restore balance to the Paradox, a world that blends magic and technology. In return, she promises him revenge against those who took his life.

Armed with an unparalleled, overpowered system and his comprehensive knowledge of the game he created, Trent becomes an unstoppable force. However, the Paradox proves to be more profound than he ever anticipated. Elves, devils, beasts, dungeons, and even nude female centaurs populate the world. Trent never expected such complexity when designing Paradox Unbound, but he is determined not to waste this new life. He aims to avenge his family's murder and satisfy the goddess who is oddly obsessed with him.

Follow Trent as he builds the largest clan from his own seed and females, conquering other Dynasties all in the wish of the goddess and slowly becoming the villain of his own game.

Additional Tags/What to Expect: Anti-hero to Villain MC, Nonchalant MC, Smut scenes, Kingdom Building, Cultivation, Videogame×Fantasy, Slight System trope.

VRMMORPG: Return Of The Grandmaster

"No no no!" the witch hissed like a maniac, displaying her yellow teeth, which gave Trent a strange sexual urge to gag her with his cock.

'How deranged is this witch?' he asked himself as he held the tip of his cock. He couldn't even trust her to let her put his cock in her mouth, believing she could bite down and do anything crazy so he wouldn't dispose his semen in her—so they could dwell in the Dungeon for eternity. Trent shuddered at that thought as he began to stroke his brother. 'I need a lubricant,' he muttered, still wary of the mad, ugly witch, who was screaming on top of her lungs and gnashing her teeth.

His eyes lingered on a supplement cupboard, and he quickly reached for an ointment. Even if he was going to jack off over her, at least, he might as well do it in luxury. He quickly dumped the entire bottle of oil onto his shaft, spreading and lubricating it over the length like a hydraulic pipe.

My Second Dungeon. 5 (R-18)