Necropolis Immortal - Chapter 239 – The Great Flower of Dao

Dual cultivation is Passion, it is art, it is love, and it is Life. This is Cupid's Resolve._________________________________Watching his entire family die was never something Eros thought he would experience.The Yin and Yang Sect was the only home he had ever known. It was destroyed in a single day, reduced to ruins by those who branded its disciples heretics.As practitioners of dual cultivation, they were hunted and purged without mercy.Eros was one of those heretics and one of the few who survived.Now he has nothing left but the powerful cultivation bloodline passed down through his family. With his unparalleled talent for dual cultivation, he will rise through the heavens, growing stronger with pleasure.The world that destroyed his home will one day kneel before him.This is Eros's story of vengeance and indulgence—a journey where queens, goddesses, and women of every race become stepping stones on his path to absolute power—while also charging a large paycheck.__________Note: This would be one of, if not the best smut books you'll ever read.18+ chapters can be skipped.

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.

"An accident. She's pregnant. How unlucky. She got pregnant in one shot!

Dave couldn't help but chuckle at the mess he was stuck in. He was lying under the shade of a tree, one of his hands was missing, one of his legs was broken, and most of his torso was melted by acid. He is going to die, a very slow and ruthless death.In his last moments, he could not help but be reminiscent of the life before this stupid game. He was a cook, living in a small town. He lived a pretty typical life at that time. But all of that changed, when was kidnapped on the way to his home. He was kidnapped by the same gods whose existence was nothing more than a piece of fiction for him.He was thrown into another dimension and forced into a game called R3T or Race to the Top. The game itself was pretty simple, every player had to cross the 9 worlds comprising this dimension, and the first one to cross the 9th world would be given a very special reward. Any wish winner would be granted by the Gods.Furthermore, Gods would entice players in joining their familia, with the promise of power to survive in this dangerous world. But joining the familia only bounded players in shackles. Players were meant to be puppets of Gods, cheap soldiers that they use to fight amongst themselves…But he stayed true to his path, he didn't care about fights amongst gods nor did he care about winning. He just wanted his freedom, he wanted to get back to his normal life. As he laid under the tree, slowing dying, it seemed to him that it was too much to ask forDINGThe God Hater has given you his helping hand. Will you take it?Y/NSeeing the message he smiled. Now it seems that this isn't the end of his journey.