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

"Are you serious right now?" Trent asked, accepting the paper, which Olaf must have clearly scrutinized thoroughly before coming there and bringing it forward.

"You can see for yourself, my Lord. It's all laid out clearly and comprehensively—they want to re-establish the trade alliance and form an even deeper bond," Olaf replied.

Trent had a cynical expression etched on his face, finding this proposition odd and one of the least expected bits of news he thought he'd receive anytime soon. Slowly, he unfolded the letter in his grasp, taking a brief glance at Doco and the others, who were all wearing equally curious expressions.

Trent's eyes scanned the letter, reading, not out loud, but to himself.

"To the Honourable Lord Nightingale," it began with pleasantries and a generous tone of goodwill, which only heightened his scepticism. Trent skimmed down to the key points of the letter.

Mr. Clan Lord. 5