Loving the Forbidden Prince - Chapter 147 - Countdown To Peace - Part 3

After the world was torn apart by the apocalypse, humanity barely managed to hang on. The cities are gone, the night is dangerous, and monsters, ghosts, and bizarre things wait around every corner.Dropped into this mess is Amon, a transmigrator who doesn’t get a sword, magic, or even a proper weapon. Instead, his cheat is something no one else could have imagined—the Lewd Streamer System.While other survivors risk their lives fighting monsters to grow stronger, Amon’s strength comes from something very shameful to most humans: streaming lewd shows to an audience made up of gods, demons, and strange beings watching from across the stars.In a world where power means survival, can his ridiculous system really keep him alive—or will it drag him into even deeper trouble?What you can expect:1) A diverse and branched power progression2) Smut! Along with quite a good amount of Action.3) A great story (I'll try my best!)4) A decent sized harem.What you will not see:1) Netorare (cheating)2) Yuri and Yaoi3) I've seen a lot of Mc's who seem to have tossed their brains away before being born. Here, he'll be normal. Normal cuz a character's intelligence can't exceed the author's and I consider myself a regular person.Maybe's: (Stuff that may or may not happen. I haven't decided.)1) Netori: MC stealing other's women.2) Cosplays and roleplayYeah, that's it.Lastly about the MC:Amon puts himself and his loved ones first. He's logical when it comes to making future plans but he'll lose control if his girls are in danger. He has a trauma and you might guess it in the first chapter and due to this, he doesn't like losing control of situations. The more in control he is, the safer he feels. This changes as he gets close to the girls, learns more about them and trusts them.He is someone who climbed the corporate ladder by suppressing his pride, goals, feelings and putting on layers of masks to please others. And when he takes it off and tries to be normal in his second life, he's overly blunt to the point of not feeling any shame when talking about the most embarrassing topics.------I hope you will all like it!

Luo Ling, an expert in the art of disguise, was bound to a System and was eager to begin his task.

As a result, before even successfully completing a mission, he got married!

At a 36 degree angle, Luo Ling sorrowfully looked up into space: “Tong’er, tell me, do I still have a chance to free myself?”

System: “… Your man is behind you.”

Luo Ling: “!!!”

The person who arrived, gathered Luo Ling in his arms, hugging him from behind as he said in a bewitchingly dangerous tone: “Based on your thoughts, it seems that I have not given you enough love. So let’s proceed in exploring ways to continue a new life.”

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Rowan was just a broke college dropout—until he was summoned to another world.Dragged into the war-torn realm of Laronia, Rowan stands beside four other chosen heroes, each blessed by prophecy… except him.While the others awaken to legendary powers and divine roles, Rowan receives a blank grimoire. No magic. No title. No future.Cast aside and marked a failure, he prepares for death—until the silence inside his grimoire begins to speak.The gods made a mistake. And this world is not ready for what lies beneath the Wordless Mage.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.