The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen - Chapter 19 - Emergency! Genetic Fusion!

In the 41st Millennium, the planet I reside on, Cadia, was rated as the most habitable world for humanity. The birth rate once reached a staggering 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this.Even the renowned expert in mass mobilization, Guilliman, once brought a team of specialists here to ask for my secrets.'Plants that have been extinct for ages, found only during the M2 era of Ancient Terra—how is this possible?' The entourage stared dumbfounded at the wilderness filled with carrots and potatoes.'By the Omnissiah! A lump of iron with no wires or power source can move freely and even possesses a Machine Spirit.' The Adeptus Mechanicus stood before the legion of Iron Golems, their hands trembling uncontrollably.'This thing is countless times more useful than an STC template.' The Tech-Priest stroked the Crafting Table, his bionic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe.'A device similar to the Webway?'...--This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

#maturecontent #smut #omegaverse #darkromanceA mad scientist with a god complex or an arrogant possessive CEO? The best friend from your childhood or your first love from college? Which to choose? Which to escape from?I was supposed to inherit Parliament. Instead, my father sold me to men with power complexes, bloodstained secrets, and a disturbing obsession with omega biology.Apparently, my body produces deadly flowers and my blood can end alpha supremacy. Which is great news if you’re a mad scientist, cult leader, or my terrifying ex.Did I mention my childhood best friend kissed me once and went into a coma?Anyway. I’m fine. Totally fine. Not spiraling. Definitely not developing morally confusing feelings for my captor. And absolutely not planning to burn this world down with more than a bad review on Yelp.#omegaverse, #darkromance, #toxicMLM, #possessivealphas, #politicalintrigue, #twistedlove.

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted.

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