Valerian Empire - Chapter 9

This is my first original novel, it may be bad, but this is all in my mind and imagination. (Warning!! There will be an Incest genre) Thank you o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o(oh yeah I forgot, this cover is not mine, I just edited it, if you feel you own it and don't like me using it, please tell me)

One minute, Ember was reading a trashy R-18 novel. The next, she woke up inside it- not as the villain but as cannon fodder. Her brother is one of the male leads in the heroine's harem.Doomsday is only a few weeks away. Her only salvation is the Lust Paradise System. To build a base so strong that it can withstand the disaster of the outside world.The only catch is that everything is powered by sexual energy.To build a new world, Ember must gather followers. Following their primal instincts, they use lust to make a utopia.And her brother?He's been waiting for a long time.--------DISCLAIMER:Reader Discretion AdvisedThis is a work of fiction. All names, places and characters are products of the author's imagination.Contents include:Mild ViolenceNudity (Partial and Full)

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

With the revival of spiritual energy and the breakdown of the order of species, it is a difficult test whether human beings can still stand at the top of the biological chain.

(There is already an old book, The Strongest Descends in the City, you can read it.)

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