The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits - Chapter 249 - 253: The Haunted Old House (22)

What happens when, along his journey, a powerful god suddenly becomes curious about mortal life—a life he’s never experienced?How thrilling would it be when a god, born as a god, suddenly decides—on a whim—to descend into the world of men and indulge in the pleasures of mortal existence…?[A/N: Author is a transcendent daoist of culture and a firm believer in Milf supremacy!]A mighty, ancient god… The God of Souls—Deus Anima! Ambushed by Zeus, the so-called Heavenly Emperor— A maniacal tyrant who seeks to kill and destroy any existence he deems a rival.Wounded, cornered, and left without a means to reincarnate…He suddenly remembered a certain world. A world he saved from utter destruction exactly eighty-three years ago.A world he sealed and tucked away in a special plane of his divine dimension.Upon arriving, what he found shocked him— The Soul Species he treasured most were on the brink of extinction.But fate wasn’t done with him just yet. Among the dying embers of that world… Two souls shone brilliantly. Two souls that met his standards.And so… it begins. Not a path to power—because he’s already powerful beyond comprehension— But a journey through planes and dimensions…Hunting and killing gods. Building his first ever harem in a world were he's worshiped as the one true God...A/N:Due to plot and the unique nature of his rebirth, smut scenes will begin around chapters 27–35.Once they begin—It’s back-to-back carnage and carnal pleasure, blended with intense action!This plot has depth, heat, and heavenly thighs. I promise—the wait is worth it!Excerpt:“In every Soul, there is a Universe! And in that universe—you are king! And when you are king… you give the law. Every being must bow to it!”“Zeus… you made a grave mistake. You dared to go against me—do you not realize that I am the unspoken ruler of your empire… of the entire Heavenly Plane!?”“Worry not. For I will return. And when I do… I’ll take your head. One by one, I’ll slaughter every last hypocritical god and angel!”“I am the only law. The king of Rebirth and Reincarnation! You really thought… I would die so easily!?”A voice echoed through a space so dark and vast it seemed infinite.Ethereal. Divine. Mystical.But little did he know—Not everything… is what it seems.Follow the Soul Mancer, God of Souls, as he embarks on a journey across planes—Slaying gods, enchanting beauties, and unleashing divine retribution upon heaven itself.Milfs, mortal maidens, and mature vixens beware.#SMUT ✓ Check#Domineering MC ✓ Check#Overpowered ✓ Check#Dark & Gritty ✓ Check#Character Development ✓ Check#OP MC ✓ Check#R18+ ✓ Check#Harem Building ✓ Check#Magic & Mayhem ✓ Check#Reincarnation ✓✓ Double CheckAlternative Titles:Rise of the Ancient God of SoulsDeus Anima: Rise of the Soul SovereignGod of Souls AscendingThis book is entered into the WPC!So please—Read,Vote,Review,And recommend to your cultured friends.Let them experience divinity... one steamy chapter at a time.DISCORD SERVER!

Originally titled “The End of the World Chef’s Journey through the Story of Bringing Babies”

The era is empty, the life is plain, and the role of space is auxiliary, not the main plot.

Qin Xiaoguo did a good job as a cook in the last days, but who would have thought that she would travel to a famine era when she couldn’t get enough to eat.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself, naked, with dark hands and a face that I couldn’t see clearly. Before I could figure it out, I was thrown down by a force, and then I screamed, mother!

Well, Qin Xiaoguo admitted that from the end of the world in 3042 to the 42nd year of Shao Kingdom, spanning three thousand years of time and space, looking at the poor and barely calling home, and the cheap and thin people who hugged their legs and cried bitterly and were hungry. Black son, do it!

Fortunately, there is also a little comfort that his net worth in the last days has come with him, and it has also become a space ring.

Son, my mother won’t starve you! Dry it!

A few years later, Xiaoguo was very relieved to see the fat and white son, but what was the matter with this man who came to the door! ?

The man looked pitifully at the lady who wouldn’t let him in: lady~

Small fruit? ? ? ?

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Betrayed. Murdered. Forgotten. Orion Vale, the strongest warrior and rightful heir, fell under his own beloved's blade—Shia, now the Empress of Eldora. Yet, fate has not finished with him. Reborn with memories of his previous life, he will crave a new path, rising through cultivation, swordsmanship, and magic. But as he seeks revenge, whispers of a larger conspiracy emerge. Was his death betrayal… or the cruel design of destiny? In a world where power is reign, Orion will create his own destiny.-------------Give a try first twenty chapter then judge my work.