Eating Melons in the Police Station - Chapter 99

“For those who dare call themselves gods, I, Wen Ran, will crush their legacy beneath my feet. Even dogs are more honorable than those filthy bastards!”A feared Godslayer, who, due to betrayal, perished under the might of the heavens, having his world destroyed. Saved by a mysterious system, Wen Ran was granted a second chance at life but reincarnated in the body of a lowly slave. Hunted by the gods who sought his head, Wen Ran vowed to reclaim his title by showing heaven his vengeance as a 'God Slayer.'

Ye Yuwei, a natural-born adorable girl.Driven by her dream of becoming an idol, she joins the 'Galaxy Girl Group,' only to discover that her teammates are far from pure-hearted white lotus flowers, innocent little rabbits, or simple-minded beings with no cunning intentions.Most of her teammates are scheming and cold-blooded, with a beautiful exterior masking their venomous hearts—they're masters of manipulation and experts in internal disputes.Under fierce competition,Ye Yuwei is ultimately framed by her teammates and ends up shelved by the company.She thought her idol career had come to an end.But unexpectedly, the company decided to repurpose her under the principle of making use of 'waste' by sending her to participate in a talent show.Amid widespread criticism, she rises to fame as a top national idol and experiences her first romance in life—the hot-blooded and passionate love of Long Zitao, the president of Dragon Entertainment.You think this marks the beginning of a perfect life?No, following her rise to fame, she not only has to endure exploitation by the company and deal with bizarre fans but also face challenges from various major figures, unspoken rules, and her ulterior-motive-filled former teammates…

Wang Chao, who has a terrifying force and excellent medical skills and is feared by various forces abroad, returns to the city on the order of his master, starting as a security guard in a beautiful CEO's company, killing all kinds of evil and powerful enemies along the way, and falling in love with all kinds of beautiful women, the princess, the rich girl, and the movie stars, starting a legendary life.

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“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.