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 tunnel felt like it was breathing.

Not in an organic way — but with that muffled air oscillation that slowly shifts between one living wall and another.

Moisture dripped like sweat from the pores of the stone, and the stench had moved past nausea into something more like presence — as if the very stink was an entity watching us crawl through its guts.

The sparks between my fingers cast crooked shadows dancing on the tunnel walls, stretching imaginary rats around every bend. But they weren't imaginary anymore.

And then, up ahead, standing right in the middle of the path — the creature. A deformed mass of dark fur, front legs thick like human hands, teeth shaped like ancient chisels.

The rat stared at us with that look only the too-smart animals know how to wear: the one that says it's already decided what to do with you.

How to NOT get in home after a long night in a manhole (2)