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Chaos Born

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In a world where mana shapes reality and realms twist beneath the will of Gods, power is the only law that truly matters. Nero was supposed to be insignificant. No truck-kun. No grand summoning. No crumbling kingdom begging for a savior. Just a guy with hazy memories of a digital world, stranded in a backwater village, destined for nothing. Yet in a land where Ascenders carve their legends in blood and conquest, he wanted everything. Power. Wealth. Women. But his system had spoken: he wasn’t meant for combat. He was an alchemist. A man fated to rot in laboratories, chasing the dream of an elixir that would grant eternity but never dominance. Nero refused to accept weakness. If the world wouldn’t grant him power, he would take it from those who had it. The dutiful wife bound by vows, the fiery beast tamer, the devoted priestess, the frost-born princess, the cold-hearted businesswoman, and even the queens who ruled under heaven. He would bend them all. Because power is never just in the blade. In the right hands, a sword could break kingdoms. But a night in his arms? A woman might never belong to another man again. One woman at a time. One throne at a time. How much could an Incubus rule with nothing but a wicked tongue and a sinful touch? Or was he just a butterfly caught in Fate’s cruel web? Warning: [R-18] The following story contains graphic sexual scenes and content that may be offensive or disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. If you enjoy my work, I shamelessly request you to consider supporting me on Pa.treon. The more support I receive, the more chapters I will try to push out. You can always let me know what place my writing needs to improve. Constructive criticism is always appreciated:)
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