Loving Madeline - Chapter 323 My Pride

I’m Darius Moonlight, the bastard son of a rich noble family who used to live it up fucking whores and drinking myself stupid ‘til sunrise, or at least that used to live before i noticed i reincarnated with the memories of a previous life. And guess what? I woke up inside a godawful story I once read… as this very same character. But i'm not following the plot in a million years. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna bang every last villainess the dumbass MC killed!That’s right! If the protagonist slaughtered all the hot, badass side villain girls just to be a righteous prick, then I’ll spend this second life claiming them one by one. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE THE AUTHOR.⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯Some informations must be clarified in this section, so read this beforehand.This work is a smut novel, so certain chapters containing serious lemons will be featured. You have been warned.The novel contains Netori content, basically the MC gets some compromised ladies, but don't get cucked.There demi-humans partners, like ferals, vampires, demons, draconics and others.We have Harem and Some Spicy Yuri Later.Theres no system.Theres no Incest (sorry my stepsister lovers)And no hypnosis, mind control or use of drugs for sex purposes, the protagonist at least don't use it, hehehe.Enjoy.

Meet Jon Dare, your everyday's 25 years old whose life changes (ends) when he played the latest installment of Skyrim, "TESV Skyrim FDVR". He overloaded his game with all the mods he could fit together to the point of his brain getting fried. When he opened his eyes, he was in "Honorhall Orphanage" in the city of Riften. He was reincarnated in his favorite game 19 years before the start of the game’s events. Armed with future lore knowledge; full potential in Magic, Combat and Voice; Overpowered Parents and a Cat; the Nord kid will set out from Riften to find himself becoming a Hero way before the start of the game events.

Countless Heroic Spirits descended upon modern Earth, marking the beginning of the Heroic Spirit Era.Yet no one knew that Souma Kurobane, Alaya’s most beloved Nameless Heroic Spirit, had once traversed countless eras and Singularities.When Jeanne d’Arc was burned at the stake, he fought desperately to save her.When King Arthur and Mordred clashed in a tragic father-daughter feud, he was there to break up the fight.When Qin Shi Huang sought the elixir of immortality, it was he who pointed the way.…In a snowbound vow, he fought for his sister, ending the Holy Grail War in a single night after seven consecutive victories.On the Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the King of Heroes to battle Tiamat, the Beast of Humanity.At the Temple of Time, he passed down the final magecraft to Romani Archaman in humanity’s darkest hour.…When it was all over, Souma Kurobane sacrificed everything to reset the world, fulfilling his destiny as humanity’s savior, and quietly returned to a peaceful, mundane life.But then — Alaya released the [Nameless Heroic Spirit Chronicles] and exposed him!Revealing to the entire world the deeds of this nameless protector of mankind!Staring at the video stream, Souma Kurobane could almost hear a devilish voice whispering:“Master… you still can’t rest yet~”***For every 100 Power Stones, I'll be releasing two bonus chapters at the end of the week.For advance chapters join my Patreon.Link: patreon.com/aarvanThis is not an original series, it is a translated work. You can find the original work by the name: 某综漫的神圣右方

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.