The Strongest War God - Chapter 1827: Breaking Through Three Levels

Hazekaya was just an ordinary guy… until he woke up in another world. Sounds exciting, right? WRONG!Before he could even process his isekai moment, he found himself being chased by a horde of horny male orcs.From dodging unwanted “affections”, to getting thrown in jail, to accidentally sleeping in horse crap and earning just enough to not starve. Between dealing with an ex-adventurer boss, getting tricked by his so-called “friends,” and realizing even slimes are harder to kill than he thought, his life in this new world is anything but the overpowered adventure he dreamed of. Instead of becoming a hero, he’s stuck as a low-wage wall repairman, constantly broke, and now the locals call him “Shitman.”With zero cheat skills, no legendary weapons, and a severe lack of dignity, Hazekaya is left wondering—“Why is my isekai life like this!?”

Whoever refuses to accept, come fight!

Twin Brother & Sister died after experiencing the acrimony of the World.

However, fate had something else stored for the pair. Somehow a God name Lust God was mysteriously reborn within the Boy's body and discovered something which left him awestruck!

Completely forgetting about the mystery of his Rebirth the Lust God then discovered another anomaly within the dead body of the Boy's twin Sister.

Afterward, it finally stuck him...

This is the Story of the Lust God who was born into a world that was filled with real monsters and in human clothing!

Follow him throughout his journey which is filled with Blood, Debauchery, Schemes, and most importantly Lust...

[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.