Crashing into an Old Flame - Chapter 52: Friends? Yeah sure.

First World : CampioneCurrent - Second World: High School DxDThird World: ???Reincarnated into the world of Campione! Haru Kasugano, our hero slays gods and ascends as the mightiest Godslayer. He battles powerful God-Kings and Campiones, claiming victory after victory. Whatever it is. [Wealth, Power, Beauty] he has it All. Watch him grow stronger as he travels into new realms like High School DxD and the Fateverse, leaving a trail of defeated gods and captivated hearts in his wake.

The national emperor game is coming, and all human beings will travel to another world to become emperor.

Everyone gets the Emperor attribute bonus.

Righteousness, morality, force, strategy…

However, at the same time, everyone has to encounter a crisis,

Eunuch dictatorship, border chaos, harem curtains…

Unfortunately, the attributes that Chen Mu got at the beginning were,

The favorability of all the people has been greatly reduced.

But fortunately, Fang Ping, a programmer, brought his own plug-in, a tyrant simulator.

[Please select three from the next ten talents to start the simulation. 】

[In the first month, you are enthroned as emperor! 】

【In the second month, you died…】

[The simulation is over, you can choose a talent]

…

After the novice period is over, when other emperors are gearing up and planning to conquer cities and lands, and unite the universe and become a country of all nations,

An emperor named “Tyrant” smiled happily.

- Description from novelbuddy

Tachikawa Shin always thought he was a decent, upright man—unfortunately, he’d been saddled with an indecent favorability system.Raise others’ affection to grow stronger?“I’d rather stay away from these witches, but this concerns my safety and physical integrity... Well, it seems I don’t have a choice,” Tachikawa Shin said righteously, with absolutely no perversion whatsoever.All hail the Rizzler!

“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.