generator human design

"She was a demon to begin with, how could she possibly be corrupted by encountering me, a human? Critics always talk about ludicrous things." In 1798, during an interview with the press, Cardinal Bishop Lanci was asked about his past with the exiled last princess of the Demon Race, as well as recent signs of the resurrection of the demons. He stated: "I have made too many efforts to defend world peace, I am quite sure, there is absolutely no possibility for the Demon Race to revive under her leadership." ...... In the winter of 1802, the revival of the Demon Race succeeded. [Based on the above information, please indicate who is the main culprit leading to the revival of the Demon Race, and explain why it is Lanci. (10 points)] —— excerpt from "Classic Examination Questions in Empire History."

Astra woke up in a forest with no recollection of her precious life. The only thing she knew was that she had a system with two parts; one was a Survival System, and the other was a... Wait, what?! A Breeder System?! Finding herself in a forest, Astra now has to survive on her own, fending off the sexual and violent advances of all the other forest inhabitants; none of which are Human! Will Astra be able to survive on this hectic, pleasurable forest? Or will she lose herself to lust? --- Additional Notes: Female MC is pure Woman for now; there is futa, and all the characters are either women or futa. There will be both light hearted moments and dark moments, and this novel is mainly centered around her trying to survive in this new world, all while living her life to the fullest.

Welcome to Hell’s Game. [Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant] [The position you applied for: Delivery Person] [Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...] [Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...] Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

This is a century glittering with the brilliance of human civilization, a world where steam engines, magic, and demi-humans coexist, a chapter of complaints committed due to exploration. 'Red Dragon Queen rises first, annihilating all human affairs with her wrathful flames.' 'The mysterious child of the sea will raise great waves to erase the sins of humanity.' 'The god of the skies will leave no refuge for the remnants, nowhere to belong.' 'The immortal witch composes epitaphs for them with her magic.' 'And I, will write a new chapter for this world' ... ... ... ... Years later, Fisher, who has received the apocalyptic prophecy and the miraculous tool called the Demi-Human Girls' Completion Manual, wishes to be recognized as a pioneer in demi-human academia, a savior of human civilization, a dove of peace, and a messiah. Instead of being the person who is torn apart with the firewood knife, and the savior divided into pieces.

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Arthur, once a successful and rich businessman, was given a second chance in another world. He was tortured for months by men his wife hired and, now... he was offered a new beginning but it wasn't what he wished for. He was met with the unexpected when he found himself to be a minuscule entity known as a Parasite. PS: MC is a hypocrite. PS2: This story contains profanity and gore so read at your risk.

Imagine being murdered on your way home to your girlfriend, only to have your soul stolen and handed over to the Demon King as an offering for goods. Could it get any worse? This is the story of a man cursed with a skeleton body, now working alongside the Demon King to unravel the mystery of his new existence. As he navigates this dark new world, he discovers the twelve universes that govern humanity, encountering both allies and enemies along the way. Struggling to regain his humanity, he must master his newfound powers and survive the dangerous politics of the 12 universes. Can he uncover the truth behind his transformation and reclaim his soul, or will he fall to the darkness threatening to consume him? - (1) Castle = custom character that will be blended into the story, art work will be created (5 custom characters so far) (150) PowerStones weekly = Bonus Chapter Golden Tickets = You get to create the power of a world Live discussions on my Discord server: https://discord.gg/nfl/

Martial Arts Grandmaster，who achieved the limit of human body, can fight a hundred foes alone as the founder of styles and schools. Yet, they could only reign supreme in ancient times. But the Immortals... Flying on the wind without relying on, they travel through the Azure Void, heading to the Northern Sea by dawn and reaching Cangwu Realm by dusk. Feeding on the wind and drinking the dew, transcending the mundane world, wandering freely with eternal life. That is humanity's ultimate romance. Are Immortals fictional? Do they not exist in the real world? The outcome depends on the individual! The Martial Path was originally a defiance of the heavens, surpassing limits, turning the impossible into possible! So, what is wrong with desiring to become a Human Immortal, journeying to the Northern Sea Star by morning and reaching the Cangwu Realm by dusk? This is the story of someone in the modern world of martial arts who, armed with just a bit of informational advantage, ultimately became a Human Immortal and shattered stars with a single punch.

=== WSA 2025 === Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls. Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

=== WSA 2025 === Lange, lange und sehr lange bevor ich überhaupt geboren wurde, wurde meine Welt überfallen. Eigentlich nicht nur meine Welt, mein gesamtes verdammtes Universum wurde von einem anderen überrannt, angeführt von einer einzigen Rasse, die sich selbst die Ewigen nannten. Und sie waren vorbereitet. Sehr gut vorbereitet. Jedes Leben, das wir im Krieg gegen sie verloren, wurde von ihnen genutzt. Sie töteten die Menschen nicht nur, sie fingen ihre Seelen ein, schmiedeten sie zu Phantomen und nutzten die Seelen, um Bestien in Abscheulichkeiten zu verwandeln. Unsere Toten wurden zu ihrer Armee. Dreihundert Jahre später wurde ich geboren. Ein Typ mit viel zu viel Energie. Stillsitzen? Unmöglich. Es langsam angehen? Nicht möglich. Ich war immer in Bewegung, immer bereit, in Aktion zu treten. Dann erwachte ich und bekam auch ein Talent. Mein Talent hieß Generator. Deswegen ging mir nie die Energie aus. Niemals. Meine Muskeln? Aufgeladen. Meine Heilung? Schneller. Meine Ausdauer? Bitte, ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie sich Müdigkeit überhaupt anfühlte. Wenn das Universum also einen endlosen Krieg auf mich werfen wollte? Fein. Ich würde alles, was ich hatte, zurückwerfen. Ich wurde nicht als Held geboren. Wollte nie einer sein. Aber dieser Krieg? Es war nicht mehr nur der Kampf meines Universums. Es war meiner. Die Ewigen stellten das sicher, als sie die Seelen meiner Eltern nahmen.