One Thousand and One Ways to Die While Achieving a Happy Ending in Terra

Appear, endless Shennong!

Explain it to the newcomers This book features a saintly protagonist, a protagonist who suffers abuse, a harem with a focus on female characters, reverse coercion (probably), some riddle-solving elements, and a large amount of fairy tale narration. The previous book was also about Ark (unrelated to this text, but with strong UT elements), and the saintly protagonist, Yabu, left many readers (it's recommended to read the previous book first to get used to his style), which is why you often see comments like *Teacher Yabu*. The author, A Wu (also known as Wu Chu, a derogatory term), is a working professional. His writing isn't top-notch, but it's enjoyable to connect with him. He doesn't skip updates (people in the group urge him to update daily), and he only updates one chapter a day without any extra chapters. Please leave a message if you have any questions.

The All-Women's Martial Arts Tournament, part of this book, is about to begin. Quickly choose your favorite fighter! Using her status as the daughter, she begins daily hypnosis on the unsuspecting teacher, Amiya—the Demon King! With an unparalleled bond with if for many years, the intellectual ceiling of this book, the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel—Doctor! The female ghost of Babel, who is breaking out of the underworld, is Princess Theresa, who possesses the power to regulate the sensitivity of the body in the "if" realm! A true female being! Absolutely powerful! A being who reigns supreme in the internalized universe for eternity—Prisus!!! Even more powerful figures are joining the battle, including a mysterious four-armed monster, a lonely old cat, an unknown deep-sea hunter, and the angelic twin sisters! Ribbit! This time, even dying will be worth it!!!

Why is everyone drugging each other? Can't they just openly pin the protagonist down in bed and have sex? This is ridiculous! Do these female leads still have any moral compass towards the male lead? But unless you force him into bed and fuck him until he's completely oblivious, he'll never understand anything!

The Survey Corps is back, and I've read the first three volumes so far (I haven't read the fourth volume yet because I'm saving it up; I mean, reading a whole volume in one go is really satisfying, you know what I mean). There are a few conditions for enjoying this book. 1. You need to be on the same wavelength as the author. The opening chapters are written in a stream-of-consciousness style, and this style is also interspersed throughout the first three volumes. If you're on the same wavelength as the author, this is actually an advantage, because there are many foreshadowing and resolutions. 2. This book is not recommended for readers who dislike physical disabilities. At the beginning, the protagonist only has two hands and a robot. The statement about the two hands is because the protagonist is actually Otto without legs. Later, he also loses his right hand (but he is resurrected as a complete person in the third volume). 3. There must be special gameplay and a high acceptance of yandere elements. The protagonist is a pure saint who sees himself as a tool, which leads to him not resisting those crazy people at all. There is a doll play in the first volume and a hypnotic command play in the third volume (yes, the protagonist is the one being played). Overall, the author has good writing skills, but this story is somewhat limited to a specific audience. If everyone can accept that, then this story is a super-sized masterpiece.

Is there a CCB (Content Conflict of Interest) step? #(Question mark)

Black and white lambs are going too far! The last time I was angry was when Big Blue was tricked by the Chief and imprisoned in a dark room for endless years while the two wolves erased his memories.

The lips covered it directly; it was very soft. But this softness is something that Yifu cannot resist. She took his lower lip into her upper lip and sucked on it, then released it, and slowly traced the red mark left by the sucking with the tip of her tongue. She gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb, as if to soothe him, using the warmth of her fingertips to tell him not to be afraid, that it wouldn't hurt, and that she was just taking a small bite. But without a doubt, this was a lie told by the banshee. Having trusted the succubus, he had his teeth, already slightly parted due to alcohol, pried open by her tongue. This last bit of private space began to be marked by the wicked succubus. He probed in, entangled himself, and slowly, endlessly stirred, his breath caught in his throat, each gasp swallowed away, leaving him no chance to catch his breath. His once gentle eyes had become so unfocused due to lack of oxygen that they were almost impossible to see. His expression, which always seemed to be comforting others, was now shattered and murky, tinged with a layer of turbidity that didn't belong to him. After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly removed her lips from his and withdrew her tongue from between his lips. The fine thread flashed briefly in the warm light of the bar before snapping, leaving a wet trail on each of their lips. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses, and a faint tooth mark remained on his lower lip. Heavy breaths escaped from his slightly parted lips, mixed with the smell of alcohol and another scent that didn't belong to him. Lamaren cupped his face in her hands, gently rubbing the corners of his mouth with her thumbs, slowly wiping away the remaining moisture from his lower lip. Then, taking advantage of the pause in his breathing, she slipped her fingertips under his lips and gently pressed them against his tongue, feeling the warm, moist flesh tremble slightly under her fingertips. She tilted her head, admiring the work that had just been completed and was not yet completely dry, her gaze slowly moving from his lips to his unfocused eyes. ... Not enough. There is still room for these eyes to be further colored. It should be even more turbid, even more filthy, even more thoroughly... But Theresa, standing to the side, reached out and stopped her from going any further. As the viscous, burning desire subsided slightly, Theresa finally snapped out of her brief daze, reached out and put her arm around Yifu's shoulder, trying to pull him toward her. It wasn't pulled. Lamarian's hand was still clasped around Yifu's body. Considering Yifu's condition, Theresa dared not apply any more force. She could only maintain her grip and turn her gaze to Lamaren. "... Ramallen, was this your only goal from the beginning?" "Yes, that's right. Can I 'eat' him now?" He admitted it without the slightest hesitation, openly and honestly, without even a pause for half a second. But thinking back, it seems that the reason the two of them initially came here to find Yifu was really because Ramalyn sensed the curse mark on Yifu's heart, and they came with the purpose of finding their relatives. As for everything else, it was Theresa who, after discovering the special nature of the person before her, suddenly wanted to interfere. "… Can't." "Why? Are you trying to say that's immoral? But since he has that thing on his heart, he belongs to me, to my family." Lamarle's fingertips were still on Yi Fu's lips, her fingertips gently rubbing the shallow mark she had bitten on his lower lip, stroking it back and forth, seemingly very fond of that mark. "Since he can accept that level of incantation, then I can do whatever I want to him, right?" That's not yours. "Why can't it be mine?" "Didn't you hear what he said? The other you never even touched him." "Isn't that even better? It looks even more delicious." Lamarle's tone was as light as if she were discussing a dessert that no one had touched yet. The fact that she hasn't even touched the person in front of her yet means that he doesn't completely belong to her yet. Shouldn't she seize this opportunity and take it for herself? This is fair competition. "... This is just a dream, what's the point of doing this?" "Dreams are nice. It's okay if it's just a dream." Ramalyn's fingers slid down from Yi Fu's lips, slowly climbing to his throat. Her fingertips stopped on the slightly protruding cartilage, and she gently pressed down, feeling the delicate thing beneath her fingertips sliding against him. "Anyway, his memories won't disappear. I will etch something into his memory that he can never wash away." "Can't." "So why? Alright, give my family back to me." Ramallen narrowed her eyes, her gaze passing over Yifu and landing on Theresa's reddened ears. "Theresa, this is mine. If it were you, I could have a little bit, but you can't take it away. It must be mine." "I don't have that kind of thought." "Really not?" "Don't you think this is too sudden?" Theresa seemed unwilling to answer directly, changing the subject. "You've only met him a few times, haven't you? You didn't even talk much. You should at least get to know him better before making a decision, right?" "Hmm…" Lamarle seemed to be seriously considering the suggestion, her fingers rhythmically tapping on Yifu's body. "I actually have a lot of faith in the eyes and taste of my other self." Something that is valued so highly by another version of myself must be an extremely precious treasure. In those few conversations, he didn't show any sign that he was looking at "another Ramalen," and his habits when using spells also revealed some clues about the caster's personality. Therefore, it can be concluded that, apart from being a little more cautious than her, that other self should be quite similar to her. If that's the case, and if she's so similar to another Limaren, then this person in front of her must also be a perfect match for her. "However, you are right." Although she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, since Yi Fu was family, she should also consider the feelings of her family. Getting someone drunk and then immediately doing this kind of thing is indeed a bit out of the ordinary. What if you scare him and he runs away as soon as he sees you, leaving him in a state of perpetual unconsciousness? That would be bad, as it would take away a lot of the fun. We should learn more about each other, get to know each other first, spend some time together, and wait until the relationship is so close that we no longer have any reservations. Figure out all the ways he can escape from her. Then, knock the person down, ensuring that even if he is conscious, he cannot escape. This seems to be the normal process of getting along. Therefore, following the normal procedure, what we should do now is to learn more about Efu. "Okay, I'll try to follow the normal procedures, but..." As she spoke, she kissed him again. It was slower than last time, as if it were finishing up its own work. Only when the body went limp in her arms due to lack of oxygen did Ramallian turn Yifu's body towards Theresa, cupping his face in her hands from behind to fix it in place, so that it faced the person opposite her. "Okay, I'm satisfied for now. Do you want to give it a try?" "Try it...?" That face was completely ruined, leaving only the instinct to breathe and a bewildered state shattered by alcohol and kisses. "No... I don't need it." "Really? I don't mind sharing with you. Let's start trying to understand him now." "… Learn?" "Yes, what does he like, what is he afraid of, what has he been through, what are his habits, what makes him sad, what makes his heart race, what are the effects of those spells on his heart, and whether my other self has left any spells on him to make him more interesting or obedient. I want to know everything." The succubus rested her chin on his shoulder, peeking out from beside his completely shattered face, showing her best friend the gift she had just unwrapped, now imbued with her own scent, and smiled contentedly. "Come on, didn't you say you wanted me to know more about him? Then hurry up and dig out all his memories, all of them, Theresa." Actually, it's not a very normal procedure to dig out all of someone's memories as soon as you meet them. We should pretend we don't know anything and dig little by little. But it seems like it's not her place to say that. And… "..." Theresa reached out and cupped Yifu's head in her hands. Looking at his expression, she subconsciously pursed her lips. She also wanted to get to know him better.

The author's achievements were ruined by the terrible speed of the character, Genghis Khan.

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