Horror Game Designer - Chapter 681: A New Dream Ghost

Tong Yao never expected that getting a milk tea could result in getting struck by lightning on a sunny day, and then waking up in the 1980s. She became a mischievous, spoilt wife of a top-tier doctor from the future. Rather than leading an ordinary life, she was caught eloping and stealing money, and reacted with crying, making a fuss, and hitting walls.Under the hopeless circumstances, she discovered she could understand animal language. While other time-travelers were busy making money to support their families, she was just enjoying the show.“The deputy director's wife accepted five jins of pork from a patient's family. The old couple is squabbling behind closed doors right now.”“The Dean has had a flare-up of hemorrhoids these past few days and can't sit on a chair.”“Mr. Li's wife is a tough woman. That missing tooth on the left was knocked out by her.”“Tong Yao has improper conduct. She used to secretly meet people in the village.”Tong Yao didn't expect the day would come when she would be the talk of the town....One day, Tong Yao heard a stray cat at the door muttering, “Dr. Si is having a date with a nurse in the corridor.”Furious, Tong Yao went to catch them in the act, only to find the doctor was discussing a patient's condition with a nurse who was over fifty. Wanting to run away, Tong Yao found her escape route cut off by the doctor, who backed her against a wall, “So I heard you came to catch us, huh?”Tong Yao never expected the saying, 'Those who always walk by the river eventually get their shoes wet,' to come true.

Note:- Return by Death, Harem, few r18 scenes, few disturbing assaults scenes.“I died... and died... and again and again and again,” Alan roared, sitting atop a pile of corpses, arms outstretched, gesturing at the war-torn landscape filled with bodies—all his own, each killed in a different way.“Can I tell you the tale of Alan Fitzgerald?”“How his family betrayed him, how an entire nation hunted him and how he hunted them back.”“All because he wasn’t blessed by those damned twelve gods.”In this world, people who reach the age of 12 will undergo the ceremony called Rite of Ascension, where they'll be blessed by any of the 12 gods.Their blessings determine the future of them.Alane Fitzgerald was the first heir of the Fitzgerald dukedom. Everyone believed that he would be the next chosen champion of the Sun God. Everyone believed that; even Alane believed that.Everyone loved him and cherished him.Until.On his 12th birthday, he undergoes the Rite of Ascension. Something went wrong, clearly wrong. None of the 12 gods didn't choose him; they didn't give him champion blessings, not even common or uncommon blessings. Worse than that, he was marked as a cursed devil.He was thrown into prison by his own parents, mocked by his own younger brother, and finally he was sold as a slave.He wants revenge; he wants to kill everyone who broke him and wants to make them suffer, even the gods who mocked him, but he is powerless.Then he met something dark, which offered him revenge. Gave its own blessings to him.Rather than blessings, it's a curse, yet it'll give him a chance to kill everyone.

Lin Zheyu transmigrates into an ancient world and becomes a storyteller to make a living. After being robbed several times, he decides to learn martial arts for self-protection.However, during one of his conversations with his master, Lin learns that this world is home not only to martial artists but also to demons.

“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.