Becoming the King of A New Filthy World - Chapter 51 51: Satisfying All The Harem Members! [1] [R-18+]

Bankruptcy, divorce, wife's betrayal!At 35 years old, Yang Hao suffered a triple whammy!Yet, amidst such a desperate situation, he accidentally inherited a fortune from the game “Monopoly”.From then on, life underwent earth shattering changes!Money, reputation, status, commercial empire.Ex-wife knelt down and begged for remarriage? Sorry, when I was in trouble, you left me. Now that I'm better, you want to come and enjoy the glory and wealth?！you do not deserve!

Betrayed. Alone. Forced to survive the deadliest dungeon in the universe. As a Tulland dreamed of adventure. To be someone who sees every-place, goes every-where, and does every-thing. All he wanted was to go beyond the confines of his tiny island. So, when the Church denied him a class, he turned to the only other being that could grant him his wish; The System. And the System delivered. Tulland got Class, but not one he ever wished for. Awakening as a Farmer, he finds himself in the one place where he can grow away from the clutches of the Church — The Infinite; a dungeon whose end even heroes of old have never seen. Armed with what dregs of power the System deigned to give him, Tulland will have to figure out how to survive, and cultivate, the universe’s deadliest dungeon. Expect: + Progression fantasy with actual farming! + A very stubborn MC + Combat! Action! Plants!

Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell.

In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.

Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.

“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”

“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”

“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”

“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”

Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.

“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”

One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.