Godclads - Chapter 34-7 Come Together

Winged beasts with a hundred-meter wingspan swooped from the skies above.Bloodthirsty creatures weaved and leapt between skyscrapers, in search of prey.Thunderous beasts shrouded in lightning took steps that shook the earth with each stride.Humans hid, trembling in the city ruins, praying for the protection of the World Tree.Outside the city, a gargantuan tree that eclipsed the sun, opened its eyes.“This is the city under my sanctuary. Leave, or meet your death!”In an instant, all beasts submitted.PS: Mutated Animals + Lord genre!Early-stage main storyline: Tame Mutated Animals and establish power.In the mid to late stages, the protagonist can transform into a human.

Jiang Yi, with the Celestial Book, transmigrates to the world as a Demonic Cultivator of the Demon Dao. He wants to knock open the gate of longevity and immortality.【Celestial Book, show me the opportunity I can obtain today.】【50 li outside the sect gate, in a green-water cold pool, there is one Spirit Fish, which can be caught.】【Celestial Book, show me the most compatible Cultivation Technique for me at present.】【Lu Mountain Sword Sect's 7th Grade “Prime White-Clad Jiazi Jiao-Slaying Song”, Qixia Mountain's 5th Grade “Rainbow-Gathering and Cloud-Refining Pointing Profound Scripture”, Innate Demon Sect's 3rd Grade “Grand Sage True Skill of the Profound Monarch's Prayer”…】

Kaius just wanted to unlock his class - instead, he restarted the apocalypse. After years of training, Kaius has barely acquired the first two of his family’s legacy skills. Powerful and vanishingly rare, the method of creating them is a secret people would kill for. Now they might be the only thing that keeps him alive. Narrowly surviving a bandit ambush, he gets trapped in the Great Depths- a world spanning dungeon. To escape, he will have to slay one of the Guardians that defend the exits; a feat no one without a class has survived. Ever. If that wasn’t bad enough, if he succeeds he will reignite a forgotten trial that nearly ended civilization. -Runic-Tattoo Wizard/Spellblade in a world of sorcerers -Exceptional MC, with some initial Slow Burn elements -Large scope, inspired by epics such as Azarinth Healer, BTDEM, PH, and more. -Third Person POV, with a 99% MC focus -Numbers go brrrr -Attack Badger (Friendly?) -Battle maniac MC who is not a murderhobo -No harem, romance, or VR

“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.