Perfect Superstar - Chapter 42

Sam unexpectedly acquired a dating simulation game named “The Female leads Truly Loves You”. He was quickly captivated by the game, which featured numerous beautiful female leads.Crucially, it was a harem-style game where the mc could maintain romantic relationships with various female leads and engage in sexual relations with them.Just when Sam thought achieving sexual relationships with these female leads was the game's goal, the ending shocked him profoundly.When all the female leads discovered the male protagonist's love for multiple girls, they exhibited inexplicably insane behavior.True to the game's title, “The Female Leads Truly Loves You”, each one wanted to possess the male lead exclusively. The crazed female leads resorted to extreme measures, killing the male protagonist.They dismembered his body and preserved it in formalin.They decapitated him and kept his head by their pillows to accompany them in sleep forever.They drained his blood to create a specimen, ensuring they could see their beloved male lead every morning....Realizing his fate would be death, Sam chose to avoid these female leads. However, they seemed to possess magical abilities, always finding him using various means.Fortunately, Sam had a system. By thoroughly conquering these female leads, he could avoid the deadly ending and even gain enhanced abilities.

A scientific genius named Thomas Harrier was transmigrated to an imperial prince body after a car accident that took his life. He found out that he is in a world similar to our own with a timeline akin to early twentieth century. The body that he is occupying was the imperial prince of a failing empire who suddenly rose to power after a successful assassination attempt of his father. Unaware that the attack is just the beginning of what is to come. He faces many challenges throughout. Will Thomas Harrier be able to live his second life in peace while running an empire and getting it back to its former glory? Or will he succumb into a conspiracy lurking within the country's borders?

Expect some:

Cold war era techs.

Super battleship with advanced electronics, propulsion, and fire control systems?
Helicopters?
Missiles?
Modern medicines and equipment?
AC-130?
A nuke?
Challenger or Abrams or Leopard?
F-4 Phantom or MIG-21?
Colored TV's.

Everything!!!

PS. Cover not mine, I just found it on google.

Want access to uncensored character images and some exclusive nsfw art? join my discord! https://discord.gg/ZMhMj7Dawz“You know, son... It doesn't bother me that you stare at the Duke of Cadia's daughter's breasts like an idiot. They're huge, they attract attention, I understand.But did you really have the audacity to grab them in front of everyone? And then ask if she was pink while you squeeze it? Have you lost your fucking mind?”“Well... father, about that...”Ethan was a legitimate pervert, but a discreet one who didn't like to show off too much.Unfortunately, the same was not true for his system, the Great Pervert's SSS Rank Summoning System.It didn't give a damn whether he wanted to be a discreet degenerate or not.As a Golden Lord, he had the responsibility of forging a nation and ruling over large armies and millions of subjects...Unfortunately, with this damn system, being a king known for his justice and power could hardly be part of Ethan's plans.Apparently, he would need to be the Emperor of Love and Huge Tits!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”