This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 514.2: Celebrating The Birth Of A Settlement

I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

Kai was the Harem Overlord, the owner of the universe's best harem.But the most powerful people in the universe killed his harem and sealed his cultivation.But they didn't know that the supposedly destroyed Harem wish still existed. Kai had used the wish to reincarnate himself and his lovers.But a curse also came with the wish in a pack. So as a bonus, Kai also cursed those men so that they will be killed by him and his lovers.But things went sideways as Kai somehow crash-landed on the mortal cultivation world, alone. His harem was spread out in the universe and Kai would have to find them.Follow him as he searches for his harem while trying to obtain their revenge.

In simple terms, this is a story of unstoppable vests in the world of superheroes.

Phantom Thief Kidd: If the Phantom Thief is a creative artist who steals treasures with flamboyant methods, then the New York police is just following the Phantom Thief and is just a critic at best.

Ip Man: Wing Chun, Ip Man.

Kizaru: Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by the speed of light?

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?