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[Greed Online]

While most teens saw Myriad Online as a game to have fun and earn money, Alyx Grey saw it as a revolutionary opportunity: for organized crime! From his perspective, the only difference between video games and racketeering was the terminology. - Murder: PvP! - War crimes: Quests! - Theft: Looting! - Poaching: Power leveling! - Protection racketeering: Guilds! - Arms trafficking: Auction houses! - Pit fighting: Tournaments! It was a utopia for an orphan who grew up in a crime syndicate. So when he got offered the game guide and a chance to play, he jumped in. However, before he could build his criminal empire, he first needed to gain power and destroy the syndicate underboss who stole his life and freedom. ═─┈─═ - Modern setting. Grey and his battle maids use guns, but there is magic and fantasy elements. - After the [official launch], 98% of the story is wild, intergalactic adventuring. - The few syndicate background chapters at the start give the story meaning. - Not a villain novel, but the anti-hero is so anti it might as well be. - Reserve judgment. While Grey's harem is a supernova of wholesome gold, his maids become worse criminals than he is. ;) - If you get offended easily, this isn't your novel. ═─┈─═ https://discord.gg/TVxF3Z7p While it's brand new, there are character images, and I'll chat with just about anyone for any reason. See you there! ═─┈─═ Video Game | MMORPG | Harem | System | Mechanic Genre | Weapon Modding | Sci-fi | Fantasy | Villain | Yanderes | Weak to Strong | Combat Maid Harem | Smart MC | Anti-hero | Billionaire | Ultra-Rich | Revenge | Beastkin | Cat Ears | Dark | Comedy | Action | Adventure | Romance

Margrave · Games
Not enough ratings
64 Chs

Bombing It

Grey turned to face the men in the box, each wearing suits and murderous smiles. "I said that you're fools for insulting Ridgemont Heights."

"It seems you have a death wish." A man in a black suit and bow tie, sporting a slightly balding head of blonde hair, smiled, "This is known as [provocation], upstart."

He panned the people in the chairs in the row he was in. "And these are called witnesses. You should've known our laws. Guards, kill this brat!"

"M-Mr. Maslo." A guard in a red power suit stuttered from behind him.

"What is it!" Mr. Maslo snapped, "I said to kill him, so why isn't it done!?"

"S-Sir, please turn around." The guard said.

Mr. Maslo and the people in the middle row turned their heads with the fluidity of rusty cogs, seeing the situation. Each had two elite guards, the maximum number accounting for ten guards between them.