Face-Slapping System - Chapter 41 Driving The Sian Around

[WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT][Author Note: I have changed the story entirely]Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home.“What the hell...?” he mumbled as he finally looked around.He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor.Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him.“How did I get here?” Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. “I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night”The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street.Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes.“Damn, I'm hot,” he said, touching the scar.For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. “Like I'd be with a loser like you,” she told him.Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. “I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!”He spun around excitedly. “I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!”Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him:[System Starting Up...][Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart][Soul Check: Person from Another World][Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated]“Incubus?” Arthur asked in shock. “Like, those demons that seduce people?”[That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.]“Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!”[Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.]“Fuck,” Arthur groaned.[Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.]Arthur's eye twitched. “Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do.”

Shiman, a new EVE player, traveled to the vast interstellar age and obtained the technology in EVE.

Intelligent life, battleships, space stations, etc., can all be brought into reality.

Civilization hegemony? Body war?

The outside is too dangerous, and the stable (pa) heavy (si) stone man just wants to play games and engage in construction in the barren Alpha star field.

Until the arrival of a group of fleeing interstellar pirates…

PS: This book is also called “EVE Adorable Survival Guide”, “EVE High Security Death Raiders”…

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Hybern is defeated, but peace is not yet near. An ancient prophecy foretells the fusion of two souls. Nova, daughter of Feyre and Rhysand of the Night Court is to be joined with Hollis, son of Kallias and Viviane of the Winter Court. Without this union, it has been said death will claim the Fae lands, and in its destruction, all the Courts will fall.

Arlan can go back in time by one minute, once per day.And every time he levels up, he can go back a little further.But, even with his growing power, Arlan has never been in more danger. Demon magic was never supposed to make its way into the hands of humans, and its original owners would go to any lengths to take it back.What to Expect:-Numbers. This is a LitRPG written by someone who loves LitRPGs. It won’t be overwhelming or confusing, but if you dislike the genre, this probably isn’t the story for you. Blue boxes ahead!-Meaningful progression. Characters are always working to grow more powerful, but doing so is difficult. Level-ups are hard-earned and bring with them meaningful change in characters’ abilities.-Tactical combat. Fighting is as much a battle of wits as it is a battle of muscle, after all.-No harems.