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

I remained still on the bed, my cock hanging weakly as I watched the goblin get right to work. She manifested her Essence over my semen, initiating the process of dispelling the goddess' Manifestation by temporarily transitioning the Mana within it to hers. My Mana was relatively strong, enough to neutralize the goddess' submission hold.

I watched with keen interest as she carefully poured my semen into a smaller stone bowl, her actions deliberate and methodical. I half-expected some sort of chant or incantation, but she remained silent, her concentration unwavering. Although nothing dramatic occurred, I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead.

After a while, she glanced back at me, my gazing moving up after I had been watching her plump butt beneath her clothes. She gave me a nod, trying to inform me that the ritual was over and I had been relieved of the goddess' submission Manifestation.

Self Cleansing. 3 (R-18)