MTL - Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner - Chapter 52 separate

Getting betrayed, stabbed, and dumped in a monster nest wasn’t how Jemil expected to die.Turns out, the universe had other plans.When he awakens the forbidden Eros Beast System, Jemil gains the ability to tame—and evolve—beast girls through intimacy. The stronger their bond, the more powerful (and seductive) they become.Now stuck with a dangerously clingy fox spirit, a seductive plant nymph who wants “healing time” every night, an ice-cold phoenix valkyrie with serious tsundere energy, and a yandere snake woman who keeps coiling around his bedroll, Jemil’s survival is no longer about fighting monsters.It’s about surviving his own harem.Every beast wants his affection. Every touch unlocks new power. Every battle pushes their bonds further.And if he lets his guard down?They might just evolve…Into something that’ll kill for him.Or ride him into the next life.[Warning: Contains beast girls, spicy bonding, absurd system quests, dangerous waifus, and one very overwhelmed tamer.]

Theatrical regression life of an old-fashioned villain (kkondae) who recalled his past life.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a better life.”

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Survival in the ‘Otherworld’; a place where only the insane can set foot in.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Player: I’m a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!

Actually…the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!