Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One - Chapter 16: Someone is ahead of us.

A genius inventor dies and awakens in his younger self's body... but not quite. This isn't his original younger self-it's an alternate version from a reality where the supernatural is real.To make matters even more chaotic, he discovers that someone has decided he is the successor to Solomon. Now, he possesses the power to enslave devils. Armed with his intellect and newfound abilities, it's time to spark a worldwide revolution... starting from his garage!---Tags: Neutral-Evil MC (enslavement, selfish MC), Harem (of course), Inventions, Technological Progress, Sacred Gear Creation, AU DxD Universe (part of Dragon's Omniverse).This fanfic is a STEAMROLLER, with the main focus on the MC's development and his technological innovations, as well as their impact on the world. If you're looking for drama, suspense, or epic battles with no real purpose, this isn't the story for you.

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.

Karl was just a regular degenerate enjoying some alone time when—BAM!—he died mid-nut. Next thing he knew, he was standing before a smug goddess who bestowed upon him the Power of Stealing.Heroic? Not really. Broken? Absolutely.Now, in a world where strength is everything, Karl discovers his ability and lets him steal powers, skills, and even lovers. With each stolen ability, he grows more potent, turning the tables on arrogant heroes, cocky nobles, and unsuspecting chumps.Why train when you can steal? Why fight fair when you can cheat?Join Karl as he NTRs (or not) his way to the top, taking what he wants and leaving chaos in his wake.Died mid-nutPower of StealingWomen are his buffsThis isn’t a hero’s journey—it’s a shameless, overpowered, completely degenerate adventure.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…