Ashen Dragon - Chapter 1 - : The Boss is Actually Myself

【I, Shen Miaomiao, was forced to take over a game company at the beginning. 】

Fortunately, the rebate system was awakened in time, as long as the company loses money, the system will compensate with ten times the rebate!

Therefore, the goal of this young girl president is to bring down the company! Wealth Freedom!

【I, Gu Sheng, traveled through the opening game and became a game designer. 】

Fortunately, the game treasury system has awakened, as long as it continues to produce popular games, it will be able to ascend to the throne of the king of games!

Therefore, the goal of this game director is to become bigger and stronger! Create another glories!

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When the rotten president meets the sixth designer, the company’s style of painting gradually abstracts——

“No one plays the mech game you agreed to? What the hell are you doing about Titanfall?”

“Is the horror game market poor? What’s your “Escape” situation?”

“Is it easy to pay for the second-generation shooting that was agreed? Are you going to remake “Call of Duty”?”

Looking at the financial report that was profitable across the board, Shen Miaomiao’s mind was buzzing.

She couldn’t lose a penny, so she could only give up her heart!

“From now on! Torture the players for me!”

She didn’t believe it, she still couldn’t lose the money!

Hearing this, Gu Sheng unfolded a stack of plans in his hands:

“Look at the boss – black, blood, benevolence, wolf… which one shall we do first?”

- Description from novelbuddy

“She's back, let's get a divorce.”After three years of secret marriage, he suggested divorce when she faced a family's crisis and was pregnant. He also turned a blind eye to her plea for help. Disappointed, she concealed her pregnancy and signed for divorce.She thought they would be strangers after the divorce, but her pregnancy was suddenly exposed.When he proposed remarriage, she angrily said, “I only want to keep the child with me, and if you want to see them, kneel down!”She thought he would give up when faced with difficulties, but she really underestimated his abilities.Soon, a video of him kneeling and begging for reconciliation was displayed throughout the day on the outdoor big screen in the most prosperous area of the city.

Shion, the ‘Hero of Darkness’. He was said to be the strongest hero ever. He believed one thing, and that was his current party members.

“I’ll defeat the Demon Lord with this party!”

That is what he swore to do, but a tragedy occurs. He was painfully betrayed by the girls that he trusted.

He barely held onto his life, but the incident left a deep scar in his heart.

He gave up on living, and while he was wandering around in a forest, looking for a way to die, a single monster appeared in front of him.

“Will you kill me, please?”

The monster asked Shion, who was still strong, despite losing his powers.

What Shion, who wanted to die as well, did was―

“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.