Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 735 - : 234. Do it quietly_2

The peerless Demon Lord had been reborn. He used a dragon blade to sweep away powerful enemies from every direction and traversed the entire city, attracting countless beauties.

The Heavenly Dao has shifted, demons rise from all corners, and the powers of Cultivation need to be enhanced. The Immortal Venerable's Order commands us to diligently cultivate, slay demons, exterminate evil, purge demons to protect the Dao, and elevate the might of Huaxia...

LEMONS - YESSMUT - YESFights - YESLiam Berker is a 30-year-old degenerate who only plays games and watches hentai.On his 30th birthday, Liam's family went to the movies, leaving him home alone. He decided to watch corn about his favorite game, Blade of Destiny, in the living room while Masturbating.However, unknown to him, his family had planned a surprise birthday party. But when they returned from the store with a cake, they found Liam pants down in the living room robbing his meat.The embarrassment of his three step-sisters watching him as he cum allover the floor caused him to suffer a heart attack. He died instantly with his meat in his hand.[Ding... You Have died][Ding... Cause of death = A heart attack caused by embarrassment.][Ding... Aura Level = -Infinity][Ding... You have qualified for the Aura Farming System.][Ding... Transmigration possible][Ding... Do you agree to assume the role of the new system host?][//////.... YES]Thus, Liam transmigrated into his favorite game, Blades of Destiny. He has to Aura farm to clear the game, his Rizz stats have to go up by getting laid.Note: The story is not all about melons. There is a genue world-building and power system.

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.