Journey To Become A True God - Chapter 4014: Enter Xiao Luna’s private room

He has been reincarnated, he thought that he didn't have a cheat until suddenly he noticed someone invite him on a group chat.

[Do you wish to join Dimensional Chat Group?]

MC: "Accept!"

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Cover not mine, it's from anime Yosuga no Sora

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Karl Adelheit, a self-proclaimed ordinary student returning from military service.

And a nobleman who enlisted as a soldier and received Medals of Honor.

[Disclaimer: Contains comedic humor and elements that may not be your preference. There is Gender-Bend, NSFW in Some Chapters, Futanari, GL/Yuri, Harem, Gore. Future Chapters Will Have More NSFW Scenes. Be warned before reading and go to other books you may like.]A devastating tragedy befell the Imperial Family of the Valtirium Empire, with the emperor and his offsprings meeting a grim fate. Amidst the destruction, one unexpected heir remained - the youngest and most infamous of the Imperial children, Argider Valtirium. A lustful man who bedded several women.Upon inheriting the crown, Argider seized the opportunity to cast off the shackles of responsibility and propriety. Driven by a mix of grief, resentment, and an insatiable desire for personal pleasure, he indulged in every whim and vice that came his way.However, fate played a cruel trick; he was assassinated. Then, in mockingly after he finally promised to act on his duties, he awoke the next day as a... girl?!- [Welcome To The Redemption System. Repent Or Stay As A Woman Forever!]“?!”In order to return to his former self, Argider needed to become a better person. Will he endure the all the forced character developments, the consequences of his actions, the constant disturbance between him and his desires, and last of all, redeem himself as a human?Follow him on his journey to get through the political ambitions, personal struggles, wars amongst the people who he had done wrong, and reflections after becoming a woman.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.