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 smaller now, and it wasn't just my imagination. Each breath seemed to consume the last traces of oxygen, and the remaining air came in dense, contaminated, saturated with the vapors of decades of rot compacted into stone.

The walls were sweating moisture, but there was something more — as if the old concrete was slowly giving back every secret it had absorbed over the years. The space between me and the rat was short, but the time between my heartbeats stretched out with cruelty.

Blood ran from the cut on my arm, hot and throbbing, mixing with the muck on the ground like spilled paint on a ruined canvas.

Behind me, Thalia tried to stay still, but her panic vibrated in the air like a muffled drum, pulsing right at the back of my neck. I felt it. All of it.

The creature still stared at me, and now there was a slight sway in its body — not nervous, but ready. An animal rhythm, instinctive, that comes right before the leap.

How to NOT get in home after a long night in a manhole (3)