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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

The huntress's voice rang through the air, laced with urgency.

Nate barely had time to react before he caught the glint of metal rushing toward his throat.

The big man—the same one whose jaw he had shattered, whose arm he had broken, whose body he had slammed into the ground—was now somehow on his feet, wielding a sword and swinging it straight at his neck with murderous intent.

Nate's mind barely had time to process the impossibility of it. Where did he get the sword? How was he even moving? It didn't matter.

He bent backward, his spine arching at an impossible angle, narrowly dodging the blade by mere inches. He felt the sharp edge slice through the air just above his nose, the rush of wind from its swing brushing his face. The force of the dodge, however, was too much for his balance—he was already falling backward.

Chapter 120 One Slash