Insanely-Talented Player - Chapter 32

Traveling to a parallel world where demons reawaken, Lin Heng becomes a Daoist and is tangled with the eerie Life-Buying Money.One day, ten years of life are borrowed, and as he faces the brink of extinction, fortunately, the system activates!“Fusion, Five Thunders Righteous Method!”With the Great Divine Techniques of the Celestial Master's Mansion in hand, Lin Heng awaits the eerie entities coming for his life that night.

A second chance. An opportunity to delve down the Path to Transcendence where Tiers and Skills reign supreme. When Julian was twelve years old a drunk driver killed his parents and younger sister. Afterward, his grandfather took him in and raised him as a son. His grandfather showed Julian how to put his shattered life back together and help him find a reason to live again. Unfortunately, several years later, his grandfather passed away as well. Losing his last remaining family and his best friend, Julian felt lost. However, when he was spreading his grandfather’s ashes, a supernatural event occurred and Julian died. Julian finds himself reborn in a world of wonder and magic. His new body was that of a young Julius Von Hyperius, a member of the prestigious Hyperius House. With a second chance at life, Julius is determined to unravel the secrets of this new world and how he got here. Julius will challenge himself every step of the way, advancing on the Path to Transcendence. What to expect: - Weak to strong - Skill-centric story - Cultivation aspects - Training maniac - Fun and enjoyable story If you did enjoy it and wish to read up to 25 chapters ahead, please feel free to check out my.

To take a dragon's hoard is to challenge death.The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.

“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.