DoomsdayKid

Don’t have looks? Don’t have money? A complete nobody? Fear not!

Because you’re definitely doing better than Dante!

After reincarnating in a pathetic mine infested with goblins and a spider the size of a wagon, Dante discovers he has one thing no one else in this magical world does: shamelessness — and a lot of creativity!

Armed with intelligence, strategy, an RPG system, and a kind of charisma anyone can fake, Dante is determined to level up, earn respect, and rule the world!

Win at life and overcome every twist — even if the whole world thinks you’re the ugliest thing alive!

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This story is about a badass guy who ended up dying tragically and being reincarnated in a magical world to become a better person.

This doesn't necessarily mean he'll become a better person. In fact, you'll see him use absurd strategies to gain fame and notoriety.

The character has completely bizarre and even comical attitudes, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. Quite the opposite.

In this story, you will find a harem — as the title suggests — lots of adventure and as the story develops, you'll see a kingdom system. The focus will be on the context within the world and on the people (worldbuilding).

It's a story focused on a guy who wants to do well in life and HOW he's going to achieve that (even though he's ugly).

The unique part of the story is that, technically, you can apply some of the lessons from the story yourself. Of course, keeping in mind that it's a fantasy.

But nothing the protagonist did is impossible to apply (I'm living proof of that). 

That said, happy reading.

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[2-3 chapters per day]

How to Get Girls, Get Rich, and Rule the World (Even If You're Ugly)

The sound of metal scraping stone was already behind us, but the stench was still everywhere.

Organic mud, rot compacted over decades, mixed with some kind of soaked grease that clung even to your thoughts.

The tunnel was low enough to force our shoulders into a hunch, and too narrow to allow for any comfortable breath.

The porous walls dripped with moisture like the sweat of some subterranean monster. Every inch forward was a battle between reason and the instinct to run — to nowhere.

But here… it demanded surrender.

Thalia was behind me, muttering under her breath, coughing every so often, the sound muffled by a scarf she improvised with her own shirt.

"If we die here, I just want to make it clear… you're still the one to blame," she murmured, her voice nearly swallowed by the tunnel's damp echo.

How to NOT get in home after a long night in a manhole (1)