God's Imitator - Chapter 117: Facing the Winter Head-On

When Jake dies in a mundane accident, he awakens in a breathtaking yet brutal fantasy world ruled by towering, powerful women—warriors, sorceresses, and seductive monster girls alike. Here, men are rare, submissive, and treasured as playthings. He starts his days with trying to save a Kingdom under attack.__________________# Extremely Niche Novel# A lot of Femdom (contains reverse r*pe, pegging)# smut and ecchi# no humiliation , no Yaoi. (Mc is liked by the women he has s*x with)# Read at your own risk.# Also, has a story, it won't just revolve around the same loop.## Really Hot Woman (warriors, witches, and seductive monster girls) ### Just in case, I will give all the tags on the starting of a chapter if it has sex scenes, so you are free to avoid those chapters.# Enjoy, if you are into this thing.

The beauty and the taboo existing together.Unattainable and unacceptable.An existence only to be admired from afar.A hero of legends but a also a girl of tragedy.Shining like a star in the sky, all alone, forever…-But that’s too sad isn’t it?Our MC, an ordinary middle aged man, is an author that wrote books and after pouring 2 years of hard work in a book, his hardwork finally bore fruit as his book got the second prize in the regional awards.A fruit that he couldn't eat.Why?Because he along with hard work, he also poured his piss somewhere he shouldn't and died.Exactly how?Read the prologue, and you will find out~But of course, that's only the start, as the next time he woke up...He was in another world.

At 22 years of age, Shen Qian Ling won his first Best Male Lead award.

Afterwards just as he, holding the award, was moved to tears, a piece of the ceiling fell down loudly, and accurately hit his head without mistake.

And afterwards he just…..traveled through time!

Qin Shao Yu: If Ling-er is willing, Zhui Ying sect can have the wedding anytime.

Shen Qian Ling: To be honest, I am extremely reluctant about this.

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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