UnholyGod

Damian’s life as an ordinary bartender takes a wild turn after he meets a powerful witch, Evelyn. Suddenly, he's thrown into a hidden world of magic, dangerous creatures, and powerful magical women. With the Warlock’s Contract System now awakened, Damian can form pacts with supernatural allies and women, with every new bond granting him abilities that drive his magic and power to insane levels.

But with power comes a whole mess of complications. Damian’s new world is a deadly maze of supernatural politics, hidden agendas, and ruthless enemies who’d want to steal his Mana Core. Damian has to figure out who to trust, how to survive, and what the System’s secrets.

Later, Damian finds that his System might be the key to an ancient artifact, a long-forgotten power, and strangest of all… the lost fragments of his own memory. 

The question is, can he survive long enough to unlock it all?

Important Note: No NTR, No yuri, No rape

Tags: Mature Content , R18, Gore, Weak to Strong, Character Development, Reincarnation, Monster Girls , Witch , Magic , Demons , Dragons, Elves, Vampire, Fae, Beasts , Action , Mystery , Harem ,  System , Servants , Fast Learner.

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Bonus Chapters!

*600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapter

*400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter

*Magic Castle= 4 bonus chapters 

*Space Craft= 6 bonus chapters 

*Gachapon= 8 bonus chapters 

Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

The street was quiet, with only the occasional passerby. Damian walked with his hands in his pockets, his mind racing. He wasn't worried about Evelyn opposing the mission—deep down, he knew she'd understand. But that didn't make it any easier to break the news to her.

"How do you tell someone you're diving headfirst into a mess tied to your past without making it sound like a death wish?" he muttered to himself, kicking a small stone down the cobblestone path. "Maybe I should just rip the bandage off."

Lost in thought, Damian barely noticed the way people turned their heads as he passed. He wasn't exactly someone who blended into the background, but this felt different. It wasn't until a woman gasped and whispered something to her companion that Damian finally frowned and glanced around. Nothing seemed off—no glowing warlock mark, no tattered cloak. So why the stares?

Death Wish