Climbing to the Top: A Reborn Queen's Journey - Chapter 122: Homicide

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?

[Warning: Mature Content R-18]After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts.But in this savage land, one thing was missing.​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy.​Until him.​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use.​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality until their only purpose is his pleasure.​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world, one conquest at a time.​No woman is off-limits.​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat.From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed.​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in.​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasureBut... is this world really that simple?As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents.A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die.Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods.This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse.Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable:There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs.There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods.The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still ruleAnd somewhere, above it all, were the Gods.Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture.These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego.Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived.Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both.A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance.And into this world…arrives a man who died mid-goon.So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race.***Tags: [Milfs] [Beautiful Women] [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Weak to Strong] [Overpowered] [Stone age] [Epic Fantasy] [Civilization Building] [Godhood] [Myths, Legends] [Thousands of races] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars]***This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. It will have lots and lots of sex scenes but will be balanced later.Will have a massive harem, maybe biggest in any literature, as our MC will not abandon any women he has sex with.No NTR (only MC will steal)No YuriNo Sharing

I regret having lived as a villain.

So when I got a second chance after regressing, I tried to live a good life…

But then a villain became obsessed with me.

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