Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King - Chapter 34: [DD2]:

She is a top-class spy, a poison specialist, but also a young and cute girl with a sinister temperament. In spite of her sweet and innocent appearance, she can complete any tasks without the slightest hesitation. One day because of an incomplete black magic, she was sent into the body of a girl who was deemed as a good-for-nothing. What kind of change will she bring to this continent?

“What the f.u,ck?! I got transmigrated?”“Holy shit… A 44-year-old M!LF, a 25-year-old sister, a 21-year-old younger one, and twin cousins my age? And this idiot was adopted? Thank you, God. I swear I'm not wasting this second chance.”'So this fool was raised like a lamb…but they have no idea that this very lamb is about to turn into a lion.'**********************************************************Meet, Riku Higashi, a notorious Japanese hacker on the run, dies tragically. But fate isn't finished with him.He is reborn in India as an 18-year-old high schooler, Rohit with a brand new identity and a house full of tempting opportunities.Raised as the heir to a billionaire, Rohit soon discovers the truth: this life is not a gift, but a countdown. Once he turns twenty, he is meant to be disposed of.What begins as freedom quickly twists into tension.What his handlers fail to realize is that in his past life, Riku was no ordinary criminal. He was a master mind wanted by twenty-one nations—a wolf in sheep's clothing. Given the perfect opportunity, he can return every betrayal a thousandfold.This new life offers pleasure, power, and the tempting possibility of redemption. He could erase his criminal past and live in comfort, untouched by shadows.But fate has other plans.The very secret organization responsible for his death has resurfaced, haunting his path to power once more. As his past tightens its grip, Rohit must choose:hide behind a new face—or confront the darkness head-on.To the world, he could become a billionaire prodigy.To the underworld, a relentless hunter.And this time, he has everything to lose—and everything to take back.More Tags: #Psychological, #Revenge, #FamilyBusiness, #DarkRomance, #Possesive, #Corruption, #Scifi, #Mafia,#FaceSlapping

“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.