Super Farming Tycoon - Chapter 554 - : Stirring Trouble

A world destroyed. An axe to grind. And a path to infinite power. Welcome to my reality.When the cultivators came to Earth, they destroyed our entire civilization in a matter of hours. Armies fell, cities burned, and that was before the moon turned red and filled our world with monsters.Now, over a decade later, what’s left of humanity slaves under the heels of our Qi-infused masters. The luckiest of us might even become one of them, they say—if we serve the Dynasty well enough and harness the power of Qi.But I want none of that.I’m sick of serving and I want nothing to do with their world. Instead, I want them to pay for what they did to mine. Maybe that’s why she found me. The fearsome, angry goddess who showed me a different path. Apparently, Qi is not the only route to power.Now I’ll fight to take back my planet, to grow strong enough to beat the cultivators at their own game. Through blood, sweat, and pain, I will free humanity or die trying.For that’s the Path of a Berserker.Path of the Berserker is a progression fantasy novel that contains immortal cultivators, an oppressive intergalactic dynasty, rage-inducing imperial bureaucracy, magical spirit beasts, fantastical martial arts and one pissed-off MC who’s sick of it all. Fans of western-style cultivation fantasy, post apocalypse, and xianxia will enjoy.

This work portrays the perspective of Yuhanna, a masochist, as she falls into a state lower than livestock, ultimately becoming a mere human toilet.This is an extremely dark and hardcore explicit story.It delves into almost all hardcore genres feasible in a modern setting, excluding fantastical elements.Hardcore | Dark | Masochist | Submission |Incest| SM | R18 | SMUT

Castra, someone who's allergic to furry animals, transmigrated into a magical world and became a...Poop shoveler spirit, specialized in scooping animal poop, the lowest of the lowest F-rank spirit.Bad news. He's notorious among summoners and no one wants to summon him.No summons= die!Oh God, help!God heard Castra's prayer— and sent him a poop.DUNG! [Behold! The great Poop system is here! Complete the missions and become the greatest SSS-Rank spirit!]Castra: Quick! What's the mission??DUNG! [Shovel an orange cat's poop ×10][Reward: SSS-Rank Nyan Nyan Punch Skill]Is this a joke??A joke or not, Castra already got his death sentence.BEEP. [Dear spirit, you have accumulated five 1 star reviews in a row from your summoners.][As per the Spirit World's regulation, you will be annihilated in 3...2...1...]————TW:• A lot of swearing related to sh*t• It's not very clean• Don't eat while reading. You have been warnedPower level:• Summoners & summon spirits: -F-rank to SSS rank• Dungeon monsters & wild monsters:F-rank to SSS rank• Mage: 1 circle- 9 circles• Stats: 1 star-5 stars-------------------• 1000 total power stone= 2 bonus chapter• 10 golden tickets= 2 bonus chapter• 1.000 privi unlocks= 5 chaps mass release• 10.000 privi unlocks= 10 chaps mass release• 1 castle= 5 chaps mass releaseIG: @zehell2218Discord:

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.