ZombieMann

After being diagnosed with a rare terminal illness, all Lance could do was wait for his death, unable to move as he lay on the hospital bed for months. In his last moments, all he wished for is another chance at life, so he can live, but fate plays a fast one on him.

Shortly after death, Lance wakes up in the middle of a gruesome massacre and battle between two goblin tribes. 

At the end of the skirmish, Lance is captured by the female goblin tribe, and just when he was about to lose everything again, he makes a promise to lead the goblins to victory. Out of desperation, they agree, and later on, Lance becomes an unsuspecting leader of a goblin tribe as a human.

Now, surrounded by unsuspecting goblin beauties, Lance vows to life a fulfilling life in this new world while leading his people to prosperity!

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A/N: Hey, dear reader... read the book, you'll love it.
There will be lemons as always, just not with the same intensity and frequency as my last book. I plan to focus more on the story and relationships than flavour scenes at every turn.
Though the main character is not a villain type, he isn't a goodie two shoes either.

No Rape. No NTR. No Yuri. No Netori.

I plan to write something where the MC's harem aren't just brainless meat sacks, but actually impact the story and the MC.

Read the book, you'll love it!

Also, this is my discord server link:- https://discord.com/invite/Rjfy3Rkgwt

The server is rather inactive for the time being, but please, do join let's turn it into a thriving space.

The Monster King's Legacy

A foul wind rolled through the trees as the demon showed its grotesque sight.

Its gray, skeletal form stood as it spread its bat-like wings lined with jagged bones that curved like cruel blades. Its sunken eyes, bulging and bloodshot, darted between its enemies, its lipless mouth pulling into something resembling an empty grin.

Lance took a step forward, gripping his sword tightly. "Spread out!" he shouted, before turning to Lia, "prepare another spell to attack."

The warriors obeyed, fanning out in a loose formation. Rusak crouched low, his muscles tense, golden fur bristling. Zarra and Rikka seemingly disappeared into the shades and covers, maneuvering for a flank. Rynne readied her spear, her sharp eyes set to track every movement. Dran planted his shield into the ground, anchoring himself. After seeing how much of a defensive and strength build he was, Lance introduced him to a new way of fighting, though, for this enemy, he might not need his shield.

The Rotting Demon