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Monster Girl Quest: Love & War

KingofStranglers
What happens when a Hispanic guy gets caught in a hit-and-run and winds up reincarnated as the protagonist of Monster Girl Quest? What does he do when he is caught in the center of a battleground between humans, monsters, and even angels and goddesses in the mix? What does he do? Does he take the side of humanity and go slay the sexy Monster Lord to bring peace? Does he take the side of monster girls and fight humanity so they can rule? Does he wait like a dog, shaking his tail to a crazy bitch of a goddess? Hell no! What does he do in a world full of monster girls, angels, and gods, and way too many people trying to tell me what he's “supposed” to do? The answer is simple, amigo. The answer is I do whatever the fuck I feel like. If I’m here, I’m going to enjoy this new life. I’m gonna get strong. I'm gonna get rich. I'm gonna build my own harem. And I'm gonna win! So, I'll throw hands with anyone that gets in my way, even if they are a goddess. I'm a Nephilim with tons of power and zero patience for bullshit like that. This is a story of love, war, and raising hell. So, if you're missing violence in movies and sex on TV in your life, then look no further. I am the title of this fanfic. The Angel of Love & War. Me, Luka Daystar! *** (I do not own MGQ. It's owned by Toro Toro resistance, and I'm making this to fulfill my fantasy of a self-insert for nonprofit. Please support the official release and other such related content. Thank you.) P.S.: This is also an AU and crossover with Danmachi and Monster Girl Encyclopedia.
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