My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem - Chapter 1502

[Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?]

Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past.

Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?!

To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’:

F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫

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Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins & Chaos

It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army!

This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug*

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— Attention may Contain —

- Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer)
- Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class)
- Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!)
- Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle)
- NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!)
- Magic (PP Magic is best magic)
- Multiverse (PP across worlds!)
- 100% sane friends (Officially)
- Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!)
- Scorned beauties (No BS!)
- Taming (Cool travel pets!)
- Secrets (PP finding stuff!)
- Pumpkins (Spooky!)
- R18 tag (?!?)
- Much more!

[Spearman Lv.1] Among so many attributes and possibilities, from a certain point of view, the Spearman could be considered a not-so-bad result…!No, it was really pitiful.

struggle for dominance, where power rules above all.But you are no chosen hero. As the third son of a Viscount, you hold no influence—just another noble without purpose. Your knowledge of technology and strategy? Worthless here.Then, everything changes.The cards from your favorite strategy game—the very ones you built and mastered—are now real. No longer digital symbols, but an army you can summon at will. In this ruthless world, where the weak are crushed and the strong dictate fate, this power is your key to survival.You refuse to be a victim. Armed with an army beyond imagination, you will carve your own destiny. Not just to survive—but to conquer.“Soldiers, attack!”..........Note: If you have any questions or comments, feel free to share them!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”