A Time Traveller's Guide To Feudal Japan - Chapter 321 - Drunken Fist

[WARNING R18+]In his previous life, the loser Li Long thanked God for giving him another chance to be reborn with his memories. And in an accident Li Long got a legacy left by a dual cultivator. So Li Long decided that from this life on, he would be good to himself and others, and vowed not to suppress the dark personality of his previous life. No matter if he was spit on by thousands of people or was not tolerated by the world, he would live only for himself in the future...

“From death to becoming the master of death, that's my story”[... ]Jake never got a break. Born unlucky, lived cursed, and died alone—struck by lightning on a rainy night. That should’ve been the end.But fate had other plans.In the space between life and death, he meets the goddess of Karma and Fate, who admits his entire life was a mistake—her mistake. To make amends, she offers him a second chance in a brutal new world ruled by magic, martial arts, and monsters.Before he's sent off, Jake draws from five Legendary Cards—and chooses the most powerful of them all: The Legendary Necromancer.Now, Jake awakens in a world where strength decides everything. With his unique talent, he can summon undead endlessly—and harvest power from the souls of his enemies.[You have enough Soul Shards.][Undead Dragon summoned.]But Jake is suddenly thrust into the Hundred Trials that comes once every hundred years in this new world, a deadly proving ground for the elite.To the others, he’s an outsider—unregistered, unknown, and unwelcomed. A threat to be erased.But Jake didn’t crawl out of death to get killed againLet them come.He has death on his side.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.