Simulating Endless Possibilities: Invincible Once I Act - Chapter 17: Embodiment of a Foodie Expert

[Hi, I am Poppy Hardy, Your system general manager. You have finally gain access to the entire fund on the system. Congratulations. $100,000,000,000,000 have been unlocked. You can now donate as you want. You can now investment as you want. You can spend as you want. Good luck host. Become the most beloved man on earth] Once bullied, once humiliated, once he begged like a dog, but now everybody wants lick his feet. Ethan Winston, The remarkable Giver! Godly Investor! To hell with you all. I would provide and protect those in my heart!

When a man finds himself in the presence of absolute power, what will he do? Dying has already happened, but he wasn't given permission and the creature responsible finds his tragedy amusing. Forcing him to continue his life in a new world, he is given an unknown task that must be completed if he ever wishes to rest.

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Zach was a sci-fi game enthusiast who unintentionally crossed over to a magical isekai. Fortunately, he had access to the previous game system and could fight the magic-savvy aborigines with high-tech weapons.

“Magic? No, I have the lightsaber. ”

Unlike what he expected, the system presented him with a different way of leveling up. He had to get some kind of special energy from the pretty girls' bodies on this planet so that he could unlock his weapons.

“What the hell happened? Is my sperm capable of upgrading girls? Can my blood cause those girls to burst out instantly?”

This was incredible.

The succubi were a hated race in the magical isekai because they oversucked male sperm and killed men, but not Zach.

Surprisingly, the majority of the special energy that Zach required was distributed in succubi.

He appeared to be having a fantastic journey.

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In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?