Truth Exposed, Empresses Beg for Forgiveness - Chapter 98: One Day, You Will Attain Great Emperor! My Only Condition—Her!

David wakes up in a world of steam rifles and supernatural blades, evil rituals and mysterious paths. After a blood ritual gone wrong, he faces certain death at the claws of monsters.To survive, he makes a forbidden choice: graft the arm of an evil god onto himself.[Limb Grafting Ritual Complete]Now David can devour the limbs of anything he kills—monsters, beasts, even gods—grafting their powers onto himself. Each new arm grants him devastating abilities: crush skulls with a divine corpse's hand, tear through armor with monster claws. Who knows what horrors await in stronger prey?He hunts in the darkness. Devours the darkness. Seals the forbidden. Becomes the forbidden.They call him a hunter of monsters, but the truth is simpler—he's becoming the thing they should fear most.

“Take off your panties, princess. I want to see the pussy that's been soaking the sheets and moaning my name in her sleep every night, while wearing my son's ring.”“Yes, daddy.”Reina thought marriage meant love.But for two long, aching years, all it gave her was cold nights and a husband who never touched her.She was starving.And Domenico Gravano—her devil father-in-law—was the only man who ever made her feel full.He's twice her age.Deadly.Filthy rich, and built like a god.The kind of man who doesn't ask. He takes.And when he sees the way she shivers under his stare, he doesn't hesitate.He gives her everything she's always wanted.It's forbidden.It's filthy.And it's about to become her obsession.But Domenico doesn't do soft.He doesn't do love.He does control.He does power.He does ownership.And Reina?She's about to find out what happens when a Gravano decides to make you moan... and never stop.He's her father-in-law.He's her first real pleasure.He's the man who will destroy them both… just to keep her.

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique “Slumber System” gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, “aggressive coziness” isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little “peaceful revolution” is a threat to their entire “kill-stuff-for-profit” business model.But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?

Yakuza, originally refers to the most stinky card in the Japanese flower letter, whoever gets it will inevitably curse.

A young director traveled to Japan in the 1980s, and he inexplicably became a Yakuza named Takeshi Iwata.

As a result, a wonderful journey of Japanese movies started like this.

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