Celestial Bloodline - Chapter 809: What more was left?

Lu Chen used to be a ranker of the most popular VRMMO game, Spirit of Grief. After a car accident turned his dreams into dust, his disability left him incapable of escaping the pit of mediocrity he was thrown into. Helpless and defeated, his story ended.Two years later, the Eternal Moon Corporation launched a new VRMMO called “Heavenblessed”, and Lu Chen stumbled into another terrible accident that left him in a complicated situation far beyond his ability to handle. That won’t stop him from rising to the top, however. Not again.Come witness the rise of the sword-wielding zombie and the relationships he makes during his journey to the apex! For riches and bi- ahem, for career and love!

In his last life, he was a superstar that dominated the entertainment circle. In this life, he is a rebellious second generation wastrel.

Ever since inexplicably finding herself in this new world, Chu Chi was quite satisfied with her newly acquired brain. Although she didn’t understand why she suddenly had two young children, Chu Daidai firmly believed that if something was incomprehensible, it must be true!And so, the dimension-hopping, ditzy zombie happily became both birth mother and stepmother, frolicking with her two little ones. Even though her mind was still filled with echoing emptiness, now flooded with water courtesy of that naughty child.But at least she was open to advice!When brains fall short, brawn picks up the slack.Thus, Chu Daidai allowed herself to be persuaded by various factions, coaxed from the countryside all the way to the capital, winning hearts along the way with her tiger-head shoes and physical charms.Ever since Lin You’an had gone to great lengths to trick himself a stepmother, he often found himself questioning his life choices. Why was he always either dealing with trouble or on his way to deal with trouble?“Hehe, Great Uncle, my mother doesn’t quite understand…”“Dear clansmen, please hear me out, my mother is still young…”“Honorable gentlemen, my mother is but a frail woman…”The poor child, burdened with an adult’s worries, raised his little sister with one hand while guiding his mother with the other. It was only years later that he realized – this wasn’t just scamming a stepmother, was it? He’d basically found himself an active father!(Both are pure and chaste! The main couple is Dai Xiaoqi vs. Shen Xiaowu, with a fateful connection spanning past and present lives. )

“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.