Rise of the Strongest War God - Chapter 13: First passive skill

Ethan Graves was a weak, poor, 26-year-old virgin who had never even talked to a girl properly. His only escape was gaming. One night, after finally beating his favorite fantasy game, he went to sleep wishing he could live in that world and become someone powerful — someone feared, respected, and surrounded by beautiful, strong women.When he woke up, his wish had come true.Now trapped inside the very game he cleared, Ethan starts at level 1 with the mysterious Overlord System. In a world ruled by strength, where heroes, monsters, and magic dominate the realms, he must rise from nothing, grow stronger, and slowly build a powerful harem of villainesses, warriors, and queens.This is the story of a former nobody rising to become the ruler of all.WARNING:-this novel has smut.it has harem.it has smut but it is not smut based novel.No NTR

He died because he could not kill ‘him’.

He lived because he could not kill ‘him’.

Kang Yoonsoo, who had lived 999 lives by losing to the Demon Emperor.

Once again, he went back twenty years in time, back to his starting point.

“I will end this.”

Either he dies, or ‘he’ dies.

The thousandth life of a man who has mastered all the skills in the world begins.

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Seven billion humans living on the Earth time-traveled together after they had woken up one morning. They all heard a synthesized female voice.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.