I Have a Manor in the Post-apocalyptic Era - Chapter 310 – Dark Samurai

“Meet. Befriend. Seduce.”

Those were the words promised which made him excited.

“Play Nightlife and date your favorite Vampire Girlfriend!”

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When Lukas purchases Nightlife, all he expected was dating all the girls and getting the sweet sweet “plot”. He didn't expect to be thrown into the world entirely!

What's a Vampire got to do to survive?

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 10 - 20 chapters]“What, I have received two SSS-Ranked skills? Tower, show me.”[Skill Name: Divine Pervert Touch][Skill Name: 10,000 Ways of Pleasure Manual]---Kent was a handsome human male who, for some reason, couldn't get his d*ck to stand up, nor was he able to feel pleasure.He lived his entire life full of regret and hatred.Knowing his days wouldn't get any better as time passed by. He chose to become an adult movie director, where he got to see things up close and earn handsomely for his professionalism.(He couldn't get his dick up, so no weirdness on set...Lol)Then he was killed, and his soul was sucked into the realm of Hatred and Resentment.Everything changed for him from there on. He received a Celestial Grade Inheritance Tower, which granted him access to an Overpower Harem System.He also received a goodly body with a full 9 inches divine rod.But that wasn't for free...He was assigned a mission to kill the god of alchemy by the goddess of hatred and resentment.Of course, he must make the goddess his first harem member as the requirement for his first challenge.After a whole year of sex and pleasure, he got his wish. Then, he was sent to start his journey as a cultivator with a haram system and two SSS-Ranked skills.With Women waiting for his rescue and a goddess who grants his every wish, Kent began his journey with the divine rod that would be used to make women happy.A journey full of blood, pain, and Pleasure...[Note: Not all women he slept with would become a harem member.]============No NTRNo Yuri

A war goddess was reborn and obtained a Mutual Separation agreement.

She only wanted to remove her armor, return to the countryside, and marry an honest man.

Perhaps she would have three children, and they could live quiet lives farming and weaving.

By chance, she joined a refugee group and met a man who was adept in both the pen and the sword.

She ventured with the refugee group since spring until winter.

The man was very protective of her, and she figured it would be nice to marry him. He had strong arms, so he could surely plow large fields.

They could raise their children together and live happy lives.

However, who knew that the man was actually a dragon?!

Oh well, one must be content with the partner they had chosen, so she shall soar with the dragon!

The war goddess donned her armor once more and dominated the battlefield with her man! The emperor’s walls, countless soldiers, and vicious schemes.

She feared nothing as long as she stood beside her husband.

Just like that, they accidentally charged into the palace with their army.

Sigh, she had only wanted to bear three kids and live peacefully.

The man pressed her against the wall and asked in a low voice, “You want kids? I’ll satisfy your needs.”

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?