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The last monarch of creation

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In the world of cultivation where many strong cultivators exists but whar exactly is "strong"? being able to shape the law as you desire? being able to protect your loved ones? being strong enough to survive or being strong enough to defy the rules of heavens? these all are merely desires of cultivators who cultivate to achieve their goals but what's the true essence of cultivation? The true essence of cultivation lies in the cultivator, they might be saying they are cultivating to fulfill their certain goals but deep inside their dao heart they are cultivating because that's what living beings are supposed to do, not because they are afraid of losing something or afraid of dying but they are afraid of not cultivating. In this type of world where cultivation has no end nor the realms, a primodial creator who has disappeared from the world suddenly releases his breath to let the world know that he is not dead yet and he is now coming back for everything, not revenge nor power but to question the heavens!
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[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”
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