The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra - Chapter 281: This Life And The Next... We’re Together (1)

After finishing the DxD light novel, a Warhammer 40K fan loses his life and finds himself, without any clear explanation, in the body of an angel banished from paradise by his Heavenly Father.[Ding!!!][Congratulations, Lord Sanguinius.][You have been selected to become a member of the dimensional discussion group.]“'m just a member... not the administrator?”Author's Note:A story born from a whim, but one that can flourish with your support.## Warning:I do not own any of the works represented here, such as DxD, Warhammer 40k, or others (the cover doesn't belong to me either).This is a harem (small, but still a harem).Author’s note:!!!! Another important piece of information!!!Please, do not read this story if you are unable to distinguish between an Ecchi light novel and religious events or statements related to various sacred scriptures.If that’s not the case for you and you post crap in the comments, I’ll just delete it (this is a fanfic, not a place for religious debates or discussions related to the divine word).Honestly, I didn’t want to include this in the synopsis (it makes me seem like I hate faith when I actually have religious friends), but a VERY intelligent reader managed to persuade me to explain to people the difference between an Ecchi light novel and the precious writings of human history

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | HAREM | R18+ | COMEDY | ACTION | FILTHY ROMANCE[Ding!][Author Mode Obtained][Author Mode Activated][Welcome, Harem Overlord]After a freak accident, Steve Jobson wakes up inside the world of his own novel—where women dominate society as powerful mages, and men are seen as little more than afterthoughts.However, Steve isn't just any man. Breaking the very rules of this world, he awakens magic of his own and earns the right to enter the prestigious—and formerly all-girls—Arcane Bloom Academy.Armed with the forbidden ability to rewrite the very events of this world, Steve’s journey isn’t just about getting stronger...It’s about taking everything he ever wanted—pleasure, power, and absolute dominance.With a world full of MILFs—women deprived of men for far too long—desperate and hungry for his touch, Steve is more than ready to satisfy them all....From his own busty mother to the head mistress of the academy...Every Milf is his!The story is only just beginning...But somethings, even an author can't predict how a story ends.There will be Smut, Hardcore Harem, Power Progression, Magic Battles, Dark Secrets, Taboo Love, and Severe Degeneracy.Additional Tags: Magic Academy | MILF | Forbidden Love | System | Domination | Reverse Society | Smut | Revenge | Comedy

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.