Sweeping Him Off His Feet - Chapter 104: I’m craving a dry hump from you.

July, 1946. The existence of an alternate world was confirmed.

It was supposed to be a new world for mankind.

However, the enormous cost, the annihilation of the advance troops, and fierce public opposition led to the signing of a non-aggression treaty.

Mankind turned their eyes towards space.

Half a century later.

A certain company formed a team in order to explore the alternate world’s dungeon.

Five professionals and three artificial intelligences. And one reserve member.

With modern weapons and technology, the adventure was expected to be easy.

However, the ones who had arrived in the alternate world were a defective artificial intelligence and a non-professional.

Through trial and error, they lived, ate, and fought. And, they explored the dungeon.

[ Warning: Extremely Mature Content ]Betrayed by Heaven. Cast down to rot – big mistake.Cain was Heaven's executioner – the angel they sent when mercy was off the table. But when he killed the wrong angel, the archangels fabricated charges and threw him to Earth with his divine core shattered into a thousand pieces.They expected him to die in agony.Instead, he woke up with a system that offers him a path back to power: The Celestial Corruption System. The method? Seduce women and absorb their essence to rebuild his strength.From helpless and broken to supernatural enforcer, Cain claws his way through the hidden underworld – assassinations, faction wars, forbidden territories. Every mission brings him closer to power, and every woman he corrupts brings him one step closer to revenge.Vampire queens. Demon huntresses. Rival assassins. Witches playing dangerous games. Mob bosses' wives. The untouchable. The forbidden. The married.He'll seduce them all.Because Heaven wanted him to suffer and fade into nothing. Instead, they gave him exactly what he needed to become something far more dangerous than he ever was before.They should have made sure he stayed dead.---What this book will have:An exceptional story and plot outside the R18 elements.A dark, ruthless anti-hero.Supernatural faction warfare.———No Yuri, No Ntr

“You will suffice.”Raizen heard those words the night something chose him to survive.He doesn't know what whispered inside his head. He doesn't know why. But ever since that night, his life hasn't been entirely his own. Something marked him.Now he walks a beautiful world built on even prettier lies, where Eon turns desperation into miracles, Luminite weapons twist the laws of what's possible and what's not, and where humanity has been fighting creatures of shadow - Nyxes - for as long as anyone can remember. Though sometimes, the cruelest of enemies aren't made of darkness at all...But Raizen is starting to realize: the monsters aren't the only things hunting him.Something primordial is watching. Waiting. Pulling strings he can't see.If he wants to survive, he needs to get stronger.If he wants answers, he must become someone even the nightmares fear....But to win?He may have to end anything in his path - and pray he doesn't give the whisper exactly what it wanted all along.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)