Logging 10,000 Years into the Future - Chapter 375

[Warning: Mature Content R18]Liam’s first date with his longtime crush was supposed to be a dream come true—until a speeding truck brutally ended his life.But even after death, he didn’t find peace. His soul was condemned as an error soul, forced to wander the void between life and the afterlife for centuries.Until one day, he met with Lilith, a seductive succubus who offered him an escape—a chance to be transmigrate into a new world.However, her offer came with a heavy price: He must steal the seven wives of the Demon King, each a powerful head of the six other clans of sins.Success would grant him great power beyond imagination, and failure would only lead his soul to eternal doom.Desperate to escape his torment, Liam accepts her proposal.He then transmigrates as Liam Wilshere into the world of Atras, in which humans were engulfed in a holy war against demons.A world where magic, gods, and many other things he previously considered as fantasy existed!Armed with nothing but [The Divine Lust System], a gift given to him by Lilith to aid in his rise to the top.Through intimate encounters with women, he could amass limitless strength, gaining elemental abilities, legendary skills and godlike physiques!Accompany Liam in this new world, as he rises from a hopeless orphan to the world’s strongest demon lord, gathering his harem and building power to take on the Demon King himself!*****Additional Tags: MILFS, No NTR, Netori, Sexy Nuns.

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We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.