God of Fishing - Chapter 42: The Most Delicious Food

Charles Manson was just another broke university dropout grinding night shifts at a city bar—until time froze, and a seductive voice whispered into his mind:> “System initialized: Lust Sync. Welcome, Master. Your desires will shape the world.”Suddenly, women around him begin to act strangely—flushed cheeks, lingering stares, unexplainable obsession. It wasn’t luck. It was the system.Lust Sync doesn’t just make women fall for him—it binds them, body and soul, through supernatural “Sync Levels” that unlock hidden power, twisted love, and lust-fueled abilities. The more intense the relationship, the stronger Charles becomes.From seductive professors to dangerous yanderes, spoiled heiresses to lonely MILFs—every woman he touches begins to change… and some don’t want to let him go.But Lust Sync comes with rules, quests, and consequences. The more women he Syncs with, the closer he gets to uncovering the dark truth behind the system—and why he was chosen.Can Charles handle a world where every woman wants him—and some would kill to keep him?> “Desire is power. Power is dangerous. And now, I have both.”

Xiao Rou, a girl growing up in a poor countryside family, finds that she’s actually the daughter of a wealthy couple. Her mother had mistaken another girl for her back at the hospital. Thinking she would change from an ugly duckling to a noble swan and live happily ever after with her real family, reality strikes her in the face.

The other girl, Xiao Jinning, who had taken her family, her fiancé and everything else from her, uses every mean possible to frame her up, so when she returns to her biological parents, she finds her parents despising her while still doting on Xiao Jinning. Framed as a thief, she is expelled from the family and as soon as she walks out the door, she gets hit by a car and her spirit dies a miserable death thanks to Xiao Jinning.

Meanwhile, Tang Xi, a real princess, the heiress of the powerful Empire Group, is murdered by her greedy relatives. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in another girl’s body. She has become Xiao Rou and has a magic system—008 in her body! With the help of 008, she begins her journey for revenge. She would avenge poor Xiao Rou, punish her murderers, become the most famous star, and… make up with her true love—Qiao Liang.

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Tags: R-18 • H-Game • Soulslike • Dark Fantasy • Monster Girls • Sex Power System • OP Protagonist • Degenerate World • Boss Waifus • Smut • Harem •Yuri During Threesomes or more •Netori •No netorae or netorase • Level Up • Inspired by Elden Ring, Bloodborne, Skyrim.Malone Mercedes was just a programmer who was sleep-deprived, overworked, and drowning in bug reports.He helped build Eroge Souls, an R-18 soulslike H-game infamous for its brutal difficulty, corrupt world, and unapologetically lewd content.A game where players fought, died, and fucked their way through a realm governed by the Seven Sins.It was twisted, depraved, and a cult classic game among fans as it goes deeply into lore and immersion. And it exploded into a global phenomenon.However Malone did not live to enjoy its success.He collapsed at his desk mid-crunch, fingers still on the keyboard. As he died from overworked.But this was not the end for Malone. Because right after he died he soon find himself in familiar place.Not in heaven.Not in hell.But inside the very game he help build, as he was transmigrated into the body of Ren Hal Asauron, also known as the wonder.A legendary being blessed by the Free Throne. With the Demiurge long gone, the Seven Sins. Lust, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and Pride have become twisted gods, flooding the land with depravity and chaos.The last of mankind suffer under their iron rule, as humans fight for the place in the Prime Lands. Kings die, and new one emerge, yet none has seen an era of peace. For mankind is locked in an eternal war with the Deamons.Each Sin holds one of the Seven Laws needed to become God.They are the key to becoming the new All Father. And rise into a divine position as the new Demiurge.And each Sin will do anything to keep Sauron from claiming them.Armed with the secret knowledge of a programmer, and the body of a living weapon of the Worlds Will. Ren must fight, fuck, and dominate his way through Daemon's, corrupted goddesses, broken realms, and seductive boss battles.Till he eventually clear the seven hells, and Dominate or kill the Seven Sins.Lucky for Ren, he is not in this world alone unarmed.The Wonder is Blessed with the power of Save and Load. All he must do to reach a good ending is level up and take advantage of the leveling system till he reach his end goal.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.