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

"How are we gonna do this?" Trent asked aloud. "No food after this war... who knows for how long." He paused, his hand under his chin, lost in thought. His thoughts slowly trailed back to his murderers' last words before they had begged for their lives.

Trent grunted with anger and let out a growl, slamming his fist on the table and dragging his hand across the surface, sending books and papers flying in a chaotic outburst. He forced himself to restrain from acting on urges, but there he was, on his feet, panting hard with his hands on his waist.

Another voice spoke into his head, but it wasn't the haunting voice of reminiscence; it was the Bosses he had enslaved. They were begging for him to [summon] them out.

"Please... Master, let us out this one time. We could calm you down," Hazula said softly.

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