World's No. 1 Swordsman - Chapter 615: Preparing for Battle, Awaiting the Enemy

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18]After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts.But in this savage land, one thing was missing.​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy.​Until him.​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use.​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality until their only purpose is his pleasure.​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world, one conquest at a time.​No woman is off-limits.​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat.From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed.​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in.​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasureBut... is this world really that simple?As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents.A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die.Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods.This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse.Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable:There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs.There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods.The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still ruleAnd somewhere, above it all, were the Gods.Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture.These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego.Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived.Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both.A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance.And into this world…arrives a man who died mid-goon.So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race.***Tags: [Milfs] [Beautiful Women] [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Weak to Strong] [Overpowered] [Stone age] [Epic Fantasy] [Civilization Building] [Godhood] [Myths, Legends] [Thousands of races] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars]***This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. It will have lots and lots of sex scenes but will be balanced later.Will have a massive harem, maybe biggest in any literature, as our MC will not abandon any women he has sex with.No NTR (only MC will steal)No YuriNo Sharing

Rin was a nobody—just a gamer with a love for manga—until death dragged him into another world.Reborn as Auren, the third prince of the cruel and war-hungry King Aurelus of Austerra, he enters a realm ruled by magic and divine systems. Every person is born with a Divine Frame—a gift that defines their class, power, and fate.Everyone… except him.Frameless. Powerless. Disposable. Auren is cast aside as a mistake that shouldn't exist. But hidden beneath that flaw is a terrifying truth: no Frame means no limits. With nothing holding him back, he begins mastering all paths—mage, warrior, healer, assassin—enhancing them with Earth’s forgotten science.In a world that thrives on order, Auren is chaos. And from that chaos, a legend is born.

Akashi was a boy so beautiful it seemed the gods had sculpted him with a touch of mischief and a dash of fragility. He wasn’t handsome in the rugged, masculine way of knights or warriors. No—his beauty was softer, captivating in its innocence. His frame was small, almost delicate, and his pale skin looked as if it had never known hardship, kissed only by the gentle sunlight of his village fields.With wide, striking black eyes that shimmered like obsidian under moonlight, and hair the color of a calm, endless ocean, Akashi possessed a charm that defied age, status, or reason. He didn’t know it, but his very existence pulled at the hearts of those who saw him—like an untouched gem waiting to be claimed.And yet, he had been untouched for a reason. Akashi had never known life beyond the boundaries of his village. He grew up surrounded by warm smiles and familiar voices. Every elder knew his name. Every child wanted to play by his side. His days were simple, his heart untouched by cruelty.But peace is a fragile thing.One night, it shattered.The sky turned crimson. Screams tore through the quiet air. Fires devoured homes. Demons—twisted beasts of shadow and rage—descended without warning. They killed with a hunger that could not be reasoned with.By morning, the village was gone.Ashes, corpses, and silence were all that remained.And Akashi… Akashi was alone.The last heartbeat in a graveyard of memories.He wandered for days, hollow and dazed, until rough hands seized him. Chains replaced freedom. Smiles were replaced by cold appraisals. And so, the boy once adored by all became something else—something to be sold.A slave.At the capital's grand auction house, he was stripped, washed, and displayed like merchandise. His beauty caused a stir. Whispers spread like wildfire.“Look at those eyes...”“That hair... Is it dyed? No, it’s real...”“So delicate... Is he even human?”To them, he was no longer a boy with a heart, but a prize to possess. A fantasy in fragile form.He stood on the stage, trembling slightly, barely able to process what was happening. The voices of the crowd blurred together—hungry, leering, filled with desire and greed. The auctioneer’s booming voice called out the bids as if Akashi were nothing more than a fine vase or a rare jewel.The numbers climbed quickly. Too quickly. Akashi’s knees weakened beneath the weight of invisible eyes drinking him in. He stared at the marble floor, trying not to cry.Then, suddenly, the room fell silent.A voice—deep, commanding, and heartbreakingly beautiful—cut through the air like silk over steel.“Fifteen thousand gold.”Time seemed to pause.Every head turned.At the back of the room, standing beneath the golden chandelier, was a woman unlike any other.She wore a flowing red gown that hugged her form like it was crafted by the gods themselves. Her long, golden hair shimmered like strands of sunlight, cascading over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her eyes, cold and blue as a glacier’s heart, stared ahead with quiet power.Even the nobles drew back. This was no ordinary bidder.It was one of the Princesses of the Three Great Kingdoms.Whispers erupted anew—but no one dared challenge her offer.Who would?She stood like royalty incarnate, a goddess who walked among mortals, and she had just claimed Akashi as her own.The boy raised his head slowly, unsure of whether to feel fear or relief. His eyes met hers—just for a second—and something in his chest shifted. She didn’t smile. She didn’t leer. Her gaze was unreadable.But it was powerful. Absolute.And it made his knees weak for an entirely new reason.He didn’t know her name. Not yet.But she had bought him.And somewhere deep inside, something told him—his life was never going to be the same.