Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem の小説・ストーリー

"Goddess Descent!" *Boom*

It is useless to destroy the basement if in the end Venus is buried due to her own doing. “I will protect my body by making a veil of iron, after that I will tear down this damned space!” said Venus excited. Mustaka, again and immediately, dropped the spirit of Venus cruelly. When the basement and whatever’s above it collapses, you will faint again from exhaustion, and then the cloak will automatically disappear. After that, you can say welcome to tons of weights that will kiss your head romantically. Venus immediately shouted frustration because of the spirit lecture, which unfortunately sounded very reasonable.

NOW YOU WILL REPLACE IT. The chasm inhales. --- **The Descent** We fall. Not into darkness-into *memory*. The void peels back, revealing a forest of towering mushrooms, their caps glowing with bioluminescent veins. The air is thick with spores that taste of iron and regret. Eden coughs, his shadowy pool spreading like ink in water. "Where...?" "Not where," I say. "*When*." The mushrooms part. A village emerges, huts built from sinew and bone. Figures move-humanoid, but their skin is bark, their eyes hollow pits filled with fireflies. They hum as they work, butchering a creature that is all teeth and too many eyes.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

Andy quickly rushed over and looked at Terry with a frown. "Isn't it obvious?" Jane glared at me as she gritted her teeth. "This witch must have run to another man the moment she left Boulder Pack. Otherwise, how could a lowly orphan like her possibly pass the screening for the banquet meant for the Lycan King's heir?" Jane's eyes moved between Terry and me, her face full of contempt. "Milly, how shameless can you get?! You'd do anything just to get into the Lycan King's pack!"

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

At the absolute summit, the core eight formed the final, perfect knot of the Apex Inferno. Silas and Draven double-stuffed Vespera while she sucked Rook. Wren and Lorien claimed me as Sable ground desperately against my face. The eight of us moved as one single, blazing organism of ecstasy. Every thrust hammered deeper. Every moan fed the flames higher. The shared climax was apocalyptic. Waves of golden-emerald supernova light erupted from the Apex, cascading through every realm, every World Tree, and every soul. The Song reached its ultimate crescendo—pure, unfiltered, infinite passion remaking reality itself in the image of love without shame.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

"Arthur thought he was building a shield. I thought I was building a throne. But the network... the network was just an artificial womb. The Ninety-Day Clause wasn't a timeline for a publishing contract or a corporate merger. It was the gestation period for a new species." The Descent We didn't take the elevator. The Spire's internal architecture was dead, its black glass stairs cracked and jagged. We scrambled down the maintenance shafts, our boots slipping on the fragments of the old world, the scent of sagebrush and salt growing stronger as we neared the desert floor.