What? I Actually Reincarnated As Stepping Stone In Another World? - Chapter 101 Unilateral Massacre

[WARNING THIS IS AN EROTICA NOVEL MEANT FOR SPECIAL AUDIENCES]it will include harem, MC stealing girls, humiliation,bdsm and so on.It's really funny to be bored with your normal, partying but not having women you want,Well shit happens I got reincarnated as a prince with an incubus system abilities,I need to rule the world, just kidding fuck my way up to the top(Please I am not perfect, but promise to meet up with you taste.)

In a world where Classes, Stats, and Levels are the everyday norm, Reivyn has a secret.He was unusually aware of his surroundings from an incredibly early age, and Skills and Stats were acquired easily. He was just the son of an ordinary village family, and nothing appeared out of the ordinary on the surface. But below the surface, dreams of another life help shape his mentality and growth. Why does he have some remembrance of a past life, and what is his purpose in this new one?“Soul of the Warrior” is what I call a Semi-Isekai LitRPG. I say “semi,” because Reivyn's past life is remembered like a dream, and very incomplete. It is still Isekai, though, as he remembers enough that it directly shapes his personality and his sense of self.The System that governs the world of “Soul of the Warrior” is a combination of modified versions from Selkie's “Beneath the Dragoneye Moons” and Kosnik4's “Magic Smithing.” I have changed enough of these Systems and combined them in a way that is unique that I'm mostly sure it's fine, but I still have requested permission to use these ideas. They have both graciously granted me permission.Winner of the April Writathon Challenge.

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.

When Lu Jingyan first met Sheng Xian, a thought popped into his head: he wanted to see this man cry.Latter, Lu Jingyan cried....Lu Jingyan first met Sheng Xian in a bar, her phone had no signal, so she asked him to lend her his internet, asking him what the hotspot Wi-Fi was?He said, “Your birthday.”Lu Jingyan didn't have time to enter the password before her friends called her away.She thought that Sheng Xian using her birthday as the password meant he must like her, though he was a bit introverted. She flirted with Sheng Xian overtly and covertly for half a year before she discovered that Sheng Xian's Wi-Fi password was: nishengri...Gorgeous young heiress X youngest professor of Law SchoolSweet text.1V1.