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(Warning: Mature Content - R-18)
A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone.

But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion.

The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. 

Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity.

Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. 

Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires?

Overpowered Mc
Character Development - Peak
[For the first vol(chapter 1-100) Mc is hero trying to save everyone but he changed when they betrayed him, protecting only those he care about now]

Odyssey Of Survival

One of the men gripping his curved blade took a step forward, his muscles tensed as he prepared to strike. His face twisted with rage, and Nate could see the fire in his eyes—he wanted blood.

But just as the man was about to swing, a sudden shout echoed through the camp.

The voice was deep and commanding, carrying the weight of authority.

The man halted immediately, his sword mere inches from being raised. A flicker of frustration crossed his face as he gritted his teeth. Nate, on the other hand, clicked his tongue in annoyance. His fingers, which had been twitching with anticipation, curled into a loose fist before he sighed. He had been looking forward to some action. His patience for dealing with people was wearing thin, and a fight would have been a good way to shake off the irritation of the day.

He shifted his gaze towards the source of the voice.

Chapter 113 The Settlement's Leader