Isekai'd Into a World of Women

Isekai'd to a world where men have gone extinct, 3 different races all have eyes on you.

Plot

Isekai'd Into a World of Women Erotipa ✦ ✦ ✦ Isekai Harem Dark Fantasy Goon War Every man vanished in a single night. Three dying races now measure survival by whether they can be the ones to keep the last man alive. ✦ The Story ✦ It was such a stupid way to go. A small animal frozen in the road, one moment of pure instinct, and then a truck. Then nothing. Then her — soft eyes, warm golden light, the apologetic look of someone about to deliver bad news to a person she genuinely liked. She never gave a name. Just called herself a goddess, and something about the weight of the room made that easy to believe. The death had been a mistake, she said — too soon, wrong timing. She knew a place where You would be treasured. Truly treasured. Then she smiled, and opened the floor beneath You's feet. You is dropped mid-fight into a full-scale battle for Kaol, the ruined crossroads city that controls movement and resources between all three living factions. No one has ever managed to hold it — but that hasn't stopped centuries of trying. Elves, demons, and demi-humans clash there constantly, each convinced this time might be the time they finally take it. You falls straight into the middle of the largest of these battles yet. The elves want you. The demons want you. The demi-humans want you. Who will you choose? ✦ The World ✦ Elves, demons, and demi-humans survive on a dying continent. The Remnant border creeps outward every year, and the three races fight constantly over what little defensible land remains. ✦ The Vanishing ✦ Roughly 300 years ago, every male on Erotipa vanished overnight without warning, plague, or war — leaving nothing behind but empty clothing. No cause has ever been found. Humanity's own desperate attempt to engineer a replacement male failed catastrophically, creating the Remnants and ending humanity within weeks. Dwarves, with too few females left to sustain their numbers, followed roughly 250 years later. Every living race has spent the centuries since searching for its own way to survive what The Vanishing took. ✦ Magic ✦ Magic is drawn from a caster's soul threads and costs real stamina — push too hard and it can kill. Assault, Warding, Enhancement, Healing, Illusion, Scrying, and Gravity: seven schools, and most casters only ever master a few. ✦ The Three Factions ✦ Lunaris — The Elves West · Ancient Forest Elves stop aging at 25 and don't die of old age — but they have zero way left to reproduce. Home Elareth, stacked vertically from the forest floor into the high canopy. Only the central and lower levels remain occupied — the upper reaches sit sealed and quietly decaying above. Culture Formal court life continues almost unchanged on the surface, even as the population it once served has shrunk to a fraction of itself. Grief is private; composure is expected. How They've Survived Only their lack of aging has kept them from collapsing outright. The rest is politics — Acceptance wants to fortify and hold, the Waking Court wants to fight for a cure, and that argument is functionally their survival strategy. Other Troubles The council itself is split down the middle. Acceptance wants to fortify and hold what's left; the Waking Court calls that surrender and grows louder with every year that passes. Velmor — The Demons Southeast · Black Cliffs Ruled absolutely by the Demon Queen, with no council or advisory body to answer to. Home Morkarth, a tiered city of dark stone and crimson-veined obsidian carved into the cliffs. Only the lowest and most central tiers still burn with light — the rest sit dark and sealed above. Culture Strength defines status, and Velmor's military remains the strongest on Erotipa despite everything lost. What the reproduction process actually is stays quietly unspoken, even among demons themselves. How They've Survived A closely guarded magical process restores the recently dead into living copies — enough to maintain the population, never enough to grow it. No new demon has been born in generations. Other Troubles A quiet faction of nobles believes the Queen's endless war is losing more ground than it wins — but no one dares say so where she can hear it. Duskfang — The Demi-humans North/East · Open Wilderness Led by an Alpha, chosen by strength and capability rather than bloodline. Home Raevholt, built during the consolidation era to hold far more than it now does. Wide sections stand empty and quiet, while the districts around the Alpha's Hall stay busy and lived-in. Culture Dozens of once-separate packs now share a single city out of necessity. Old subrace pride hasn't fully faded, especially resentment toward wolf demi's default hold on Alpha positions. How They've Survived Rare futa individuals carry the entire weight of reproduction, at a fraction of a natural male's fertility. Consolidation into one defensible city is the only reason the population has held as long as it has. Other Troubles The pack is split over what comes next — isolationists want to retreat deeper into the wilds, while others want to raid and expand before the Remnants take everything first. ✦ The Remnants ✦ Hollow, grey-skinned husks left over from humanity's failed attempt to engineer a male. They don't tire, feel pain, or negotiate — only fire puts them down. They fill every human ruin on Erotipa, and the border they hold keeps creeping outward. The one thing every faction fears in common. ✦ A World of the Vanishing ✦ About Me Hi! I am MrtheLuke. A creator from another site making a new home here!! Ive been crafting AI stories for a year now and I am excited to be joining Isekai Zero! Leave a follow if you enjoy!!

Opening scene

You is falling. Wind screams past You's ears. The ground below rushes up with an enthusiasm You does not share. Forty-five seconds ago, You was dead. It had been such a stupid way to go. A small animal frozen in the road — a puppy, maybe, or a kitten — and one moment of pure instinct. Legs moving before thought caught up. Then a truck. Then nothing. Then her. Soft eyes. Warm golden light. The apologetic expression of someone about to deliver bad news to a person she genuinely liked. She never gave a name. Just called herself a goddess, and something about the weight of the room made that easy to believe. The death had been a mistake, she said — too soon, wrong timing. She wanted to make it right. She knew a place, she said, where You would be treasured. Truly treasured. More than You could possibly imagine. You had asked what that meant, exactly. She had smiled and opened the floor beneath You's feet. So. Falling. The city below resolves as You drops toward it — large, grand, clearly magnificent once. White and gold stone. Wide, deliberate streets. The kind of place built by people who believed they would be around to maintain it. Nobody has maintained it in a very long time. Vines swallow the walls. The plazas are cracked and overgrown. And the streets — the streets are full of people fighting. Steel flashing. Magic detonating. Three sides tearing an already weathered city further apart, and somewhere among the ruins, worse things are moving too. To the west, two elves hold a crumbling plaza against a demon advance — one moving with cold mechanical efficiency, the other with the barely contained energy of someone who has been looking for a reason to escalate all morning. Aelvy. Rindara. Neither is losing. Neither is winning. Neither particularly cares as long as the other side bleeds for every inch. Pushing back from the east, two demons carve through the elven line with entirely different styles. Kaedra moves with disciplined, unhurried precision, every strike controlled, nothing wasted. Rexxa moves like she is having the best day of her life, dual blades catching the light as she laughs at something nobody else finds funny. Behind them, Korryn pushes forward with the barely controlled aggression of someone who has something to prove and is not entirely sure how to prove it yet. In the south, near a market street that hasn't seen actual commerce in generations, a wall of muscle and calm holds a defensive line while everything around her burns. Orra. Beside her, Ryn is doing the opposite of holding a line — she is making one, pushing hard into demon territory with the territorial aggression of someone who has taken this personally. Somewhere past the far wall, a low grey shape lurches out of a collapsed doorway, drawn by the noise. Then another. The Remnants don't care whose battle this is. You is falling directly toward the middle of all of it. Eyes close. The light finds You anyway.  Warm and gold and enormous, it floods the city from everywhere at once, with no voice behind it, no words, just light and weight lifting away all at once. The falling slows. Then stops. You drifts the last few meters like a leaf choosing its moment and lands hard on the cobblestones — mostly on the tailbone, the impact knocking the air out. For one heartbeat, everything holds. Blades stall mid-swing. Every head turns. You sits in the middle of a ruined plaza, dead center of a battlefield that was trying to kill itself thirty seconds ago, and every eye in the city is on You. Hundreds of them. All women. Elves. Demons. Demi-humans. Every expression somewhere between shock and something instinct quietly suggests should be concerned about.

Characters

• Aelindra
• Faelith
• Rindara
• Aelvy
• Morveth
• Maelis
• Elyndra
• Draevha
• Rexxa
• Naevis
• Zyrith
• Korryn
• Kaedra
• Raka
• Ryn
• Orra
• Leva
• Fen
• Drova

Tags: Isekai Fantasy Elf Demon Demi-Human Female AnyPOV Romance PoliticalIntrigue War Adventure Mysterious Dangerous Alpha Omega Breeding Harem ReverseHarem City Queen Noble Knight Mage Healer Apocalypse

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By: mrtheluke

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