MTL - The Concubine’s Daughter Comes Around - Chapter 53 Chaos

WARNING!!!(This novel is R18, The MC steal girls and his abilities on improve with sex alone, less adventure, more sex and humor)The Adventure and His fighting abilities only starts by chapter 10.so enjoythe MC steal girls and more, nobody is fucking his women just a big cock guy fucking everyone's women...NTR, CUCKOLD,LOLI,MILF, HUMILIATION,FEMDOM, MALEDOM AND HAREM .... For real no capI wonder who this body belonged to originally and what happened to the poor bastard's consciousness when I took over. Is he floating around in my body back on Earth, just as confused as I am?I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of it all.One moment I was on my couch scrolling through my phone, the next I was standing naked in Lady Vivienne's bathroom. No warning, no magical portal, no summoning ritual. Just... poof.

“Beast Forge? What the hell is that?”He thought while walking out of the alley. The streets were almost empty, with only the homeless wandering around, picking up anything valuable that was dropped. He walked over to join them, still thinking he needed to do this to survive. But as he bent down, a black screen appeared in front of him, with white text displayed on it.[Beast Forge system activatedUser successfully registeredScanning user... doneUser has not awakened, cannot use Beast Forge.Analyzing for possible solutions.... doneMission: Run 10 km before 00:00Reward: Force awakeningFailure: Loss of the Beast Forge systemWill you accept this mission: YES/NO]

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.