Beg Me to Remarry - Chapter 118 - Bracelet

What would you do if you were a Florida Man with OP wizard magic?Zarian Darkrun, a homeless Florida Man, is tired of being a societal reject and ends his earthly ties. He opens a portal in a busy mall and sends himself, some koi fish, and ten others into another world.Welcome to the Infinita Star System, a universe of epic fantasy and game-like magic. Dungeons? Dragons? Ancient kingdoms and man-eating monsters? It’s all here.Only the powerful can adventure from the lower worlds to the higher worlds of the Star System. Among those few are murderous villains and tyrannical crusaders, each seeking godhood or the empty throne of the Adventurer King.Unlike those egomaniacs, Zarian embraces Infinita for simpler pleasures: making unique friends, learning new spells (or stealing skills), and enjoying every level, stat, quest, food, and magical view. Follow Zarian in his new life as he leads a strong adventurer party and explores the depths of his horrifying and somewhat evil magic.Oh, and keep in mind that his mysterious origins scare the System.There’s a reason he alone is the Honored Outsider.

Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play?

[By the Author that brought you “Martial God Regressed to Level 2” & “The Swordmaster Who Returned After 1,000 Years”]A year has passed since the world turned into one ruled by hunters, and suddenly, I awakened.But that’s not all.I possess an extra status window that even includes a built-in strategy guide.

“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.