Ascension of the Nephilim - Chapter 44 - Kyros’s Plans

Morca, a mere mortal who dared to ascend to the heavens and claim his place among the so-called gods, ultimately failed. Not because of his own weakness, but because he was forced to watch his beloved little brother be slain by the Heavenly Titan Court’s envoy.In that moment of grief and distraction, the Heavenly Titan Court’s envoy, realizing they could not stop him through conventional means, placed upon him the Curse of Eternal Doom, a fate that ensured both the heavens and the abyssal realms would relentlessly pursue him until his existence was completely erased.And it nearly worked. His soul teetered on the brink of annihilation, moments away from being extracted.Then, everything turned blank.===Morca, after 'transmigrating' into the world of Eden, awakened a powerful system that granted him a unique SSS+ talent. This talent allowed him to grow stronger through battle and killing. With the system’s aid, he advanced rapidly, eventually ascending into the Oblivion Realm–a place beyond the known and the unknown. There, he uncovered a great secret that no one had ever imagined existed.During his journey to power, he met Neo Laura, a companion bound to him by the system.===The birth of the Child of Nihility. An entity destined to shake the heavens, the abyssal realms, and even the oblivion realm itself.===Everything in existence has an opposite. So, if nothing exists beyond the darkest space… then shouldn't its opposite be everything?Beyond the endless void outside the universe lies the Oblivion Realm, home of the Nihilians.They are described in a single word, Catalytic.They grow quickly. They Course destruction just as fast.Shrouded in mystery, their existence is a paradox.

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

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★DARK ROMANCE★^WARNING 18+^~NO RAPE~In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds.Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect.Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved.However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows.His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached.Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture.Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery.Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both.Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows.~Weak to strong female~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint.~No rape~humours, laugher, tears and blush.~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

“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.