MTL - The Mad Cultivator - ~ Chapter 30: True Warcraft and the Demon Sea

[sexual content and lemons warning]Warning: Sexual content, lemons, Comedy, MILFs, Genius Mc and his harem.Possessive MC, Large Harem, Capable Harem members, No Conscience towards men, Mc is a Chill guy until anything happens to his women.~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~Ethan Nocturne always thought he was just a regular guy in a world where everyone awakens superpowers at 18. But when his birthday comes, everything changes. His body feels stronger, his senses sharper, and women—especially the ones around him—start acting strangely, drawn to him in ways he doesn’t understand.Then, the truth hits him—he’s not human. He carries the Incubus Bloodline, the rare male counterpart to a succubus. And his adoptive family? They’re not just powerful superhumans. His stepmother, Lilith Nocturne, is the Succubus Queen, and his three stunning stepsisters are Succubus Princesses—rulers of an entire fantasy planet.But here’s the strangest part—they don’t know what he really is.As Ethan struggles to make sense of his new reality, he learns that the world’s superpowers aren’t as simple as people believe. Fantasy creatures—elves, vampires, dragonkin, and more—aren’t just myths. They’re real. And they’ve been living in secret among humans.Now, they’re appearing in his life, drawn to him for reasons he can’t explain. His bloodline, his awakening, and the system guiding him—it’s all connected to something much bigger.Why have these races stayed hidden for so long? What is the real truth behind superpowers? And why does he feel like his very existence is meant to change everything?With a system pushing him toward his incubus instincts, powerful women from all over the world—and beyond—falling into his orbit, and forces in the shadows watching his every move, Ethan has two choices—fight it or embrace it.But one thing is clear—his life will never be the same again.

The scum Medicine God was banished to a savage other world, forced to undergo reformation!

The soul of Yan Mo, who had thoroughly offended the heavens, passed through to another world, not waking for long before realizing the cruel circumstances he was in.

He was hit unconscious by another person and carried back as winter food reserves.

The tribe that he was at was a super-Spartan type of primitive tribe.

The people here only cared about two things: Fighting strength! Fighting strength!

The former fighting strength is used on the battlefield, the latter fighting strength……

Checking illness? Chinese medical doctor? Drinking bitter dregs? What sort of toy is that? Are you conspiring to murder my tribe’s young warriors? Kill!

Growing wheat? Raising pigs and chicken? We’re warriors, not slaves! Kill!

Teaching women how to make clothes and cook? Making soap and perfume for them? ****, unexpectedly seducing the tribe’s women! Kill!

You say you’re god’s messenger? Come to guide us in the direction of a more beautiful life? Very good, give you one day’s period, go and subdue all of our enemies and turn them all into slaves to bring back. Impossible? Kill!

Yan Mo, “……”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

As an international mercenary, Feng Luo entered a technologically advanced parallel world during a mission.

After living several years in the new world, an online sci-fi game called War became popular across the entire Star Federation.

Desert Eagles, Barrett, AK-47, Apache, RPG… One after another, familiar gears awakened his memories of the past!

Terminator, Zerg, Resident Evil, the Force,… The missions that appeared after a system update made him even more suspicious and shocked! As such, Feng Luo entered War and became a sniper.

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