First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse - Chapter 293 Ciel, I Am Sorry -MR4

Alexander is a top tycoon in America, with countless wealth under his name. Unfortunately, he is already 90 years old this year, and his life is coming to an end.

However, just as he was prepared to face death calmly, a system descended upon him and assigned him a mission: to establish a massive harem.

Alexander said, “At this point in my life, the only thing hard in my body is my bones. Some abilities haven't been used for decades.”

System replied, “No problem, this is a magical blue pill. After taking it, you will have amazing power!”

Alexander said, “In that case, I won't be polite!”

Please note that this is a harem-type novel, where the MC will build an incredibly large harem team, and this will become the goal of his life-long struggle.

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- Description from novelbuddy

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…

Lin ShuYi was sentenced to death by the traitorous Emperor for a treasonous crime he didn’t commit. Before drinking the poisonous wine on the execution ground, he stared up at the snow falling from the sky and said to himself, “This is for the best, I will be a cook in my next life! I miss roast chicken…”