I Became a Kunlun Servant in an Erotic Martial Arts Novel
I found myself inside the completely unique detour world of Twisted Martial Alliance.
From the very first moment I appeared, I felt an overwhelming wave of lust and desire. In this world, where the strong always dominated the weak and every beautiful woman was ready to submit to the strongest man, I was simply going to devour everything.
The cover art was drawn by Yoha, and the copyright belonged entirely to me.
I chuckled as I walked through the bustling streets of the detour world, my eyes scanning every passing beauty. The detour was known for its erotic undertones and rampant conquests. Everyone here lived for power, pleasure, and submission. Perfect for my first life in this new body.
Back in my original world, I had been a boring office worker with no special skills. Now, in this detour, I had the perfect starting point. The story was simple: the male protagonist enters the detour world and conquers every female character he meets, building a massive harem along the way. But I wasn’t going to follow the original plot. I was going to do it my way—completely shameless, fully enjoying every second.
As I strolled deeper into the detour, I noticed the familiar markers of this kind of story. There were groups of martial artists training in the streets, their bodies glistening with sweat under the sunlight. Women in tight-fitting costumes laughed and flirted with each other, their eyes sharp and their attitudes proud. This was a female-dominated martial society where men were rare and highly prized. Exactly the kind of environment that suited my gender-bent body perfectly.
I had to admit, the thought of being a man again made me a little excited. In this world, men like me were like walking candy to every powerful woman. They would throw themselves at me, beg for my attention, and do anything to be taken by the strongest male master.
But I wasn’t here just to enjoy the view. I was here to live. To feel the power, the pleasure, and the satisfaction of owning every woman I desired. The original male protagonist had started weak and had to grow through trials and tribulations. I, on the other hand, was already in the perfect starting position—fully aware of everything and with no moral restrictions.
I stopped at a small stall selling spicy skewers and ordered a large portion. As I bit into the tender meat, I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun. I would conquer the orthodox heroines first, then move on to the unorthodox ones. The proud and arrogant female martial artists who thought they were untouchable. The ones who would fall to their knees in pleasure once I showed them what real dominance felt like.
Meanwhile, in the distance, I spotted a group of young women practicing sword forms. Their bodies moved with perfect grace, but their expressions were full of arrogance. They were the type who believed they were superior because of their status or their skills. Little did they know, the most powerful man in the detour was already walking among them.
I took another bite of the skewer and felt a surge of energy. This was my new life. No more boredom. No more limitations. Here, I could do whatever I wanted. I could corrupt the proudest heroines, corrupt them until they begged for more, and then make them mine.
Yes. That was the plan. Simple, direct, and completely in line with the detour’s erotic spirit.
I finished the skewer and tossed the stick into a nearby trash bin. Then I straightened my clothes and continued walking, my mind already racing ahead to the first woman I would claim.
This world was mine now. And I was going to take everything I wanted from it.