The Hunter's Gonna Lay Low - Chapter 130

[sexual content and lemons warning]Warning: Sexual content, lemons, Comedy, MILFs, Genius Mc and his harem.Possessive MC, Large Harem, Capable Harem members, No Conscience towards men, Mc is a Chill guy until anything happens to his women.~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~Ethan Nocturne always thought he was just a regular guy in a world where everyone awakens superpowers at 18. But when his birthday comes, everything changes. His body feels stronger, his senses sharper, and women—especially the ones around him—start acting strangely, drawn to him in ways he doesn’t understand.Then, the truth hits him—he’s not human. He carries the Incubus Bloodline, the rare male counterpart to a succubus. And his adoptive family? They’re not just powerful superhumans. His stepmother, Lilith Nocturne, is the Succubus Queen, and his three stunning stepsisters are Succubus Princesses—rulers of an entire fantasy planet.But here’s the strangest part—they don’t know what he really is.As Ethan struggles to make sense of his new reality, he learns that the world’s superpowers aren’t as simple as people believe. Fantasy creatures—elves, vampires, dragonkin, and more—aren’t just myths. They’re real. And they’ve been living in secret among humans.Now, they’re appearing in his life, drawn to him for reasons he can’t explain. His bloodline, his awakening, and the system guiding him—it’s all connected to something much bigger.Why have these races stayed hidden for so long? What is the real truth behind superpowers? And why does he feel like his very existence is meant to change everything?With a system pushing him toward his incubus instincts, powerful women from all over the world—and beyond—falling into his orbit, and forces in the shadows watching his every move, Ethan has two choices—fight it or embrace it.But one thing is clear—his life will never be the same again.

Abandoned at birth and raised in an orphanage, a young man endures twenty-five years confined to a body ravaged by a rare genetic disease that kept him in constant pain and left him bedridden in his final years. His life ends quietly, without fanfare, as the flatline echoes through his lonely room.But death isn’t the end.Awakening in a realm of pure nothingness, he’s offered the one thing life never gave him: a second chance, and with it, a system shaped from his deepest desires.Given the opportunity to be reborn with the potential to become the Greatest of All Time in any field, his decision is instant. He chooses Formula 1, the one passion that kept him going during his darkest hours.Armed with a custom-built system, a new life, and the relentless drive of someone who has truly suffered, he is reborn in 2003. This time, he won’t just watch from the sidelines.Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are purely fictional and have no association with real individuals, organizations, or historical events. Any resemblance to real-life figures is purely coincidental and used for narrative realism.

A murderer is summoned to another world by Lucifer Morningstar himself.

The reason?

The Apocalypse was stolen and he wants revenge.

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Lenny is a man with a twisted personality, but his skills in killing had no second on the surface of the earth.

As an Assassin, how will he play with his blade when the devil is his employer?

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.