Playboy. Lecher. Parasite. Pond Scum. The girls had a lot of names for me, but that never stopped the next one from spreading her legs. I never really trusted people, and given how pathetically I die, I don’t think I would trust anyone ever again.

What is this? I’m still alive? What is this place? Why can’t I see?

Species: Autotrophic Prokayote

It looks like I have a long way to becoming human. Then again, why would I want to become human? To hell with humanity and the drama that comes with it.

Tags: Fantasy, Isekai, Humor, Harem, Playboy, Biology, Weak-to-strong, strong-protagonist, mistrusting-protagonist, Trust-issues, nobility

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25