Kill the Sun - Chapter 975 Assimilating

“Not everyone gets a second chance… and not every second chance ends in happiness.”__________Everlearn Snowfall dreamed of greatness.But in Nvidia, where Power Means all, and Core Fusion Affinity defines destiny, he awakened as an FFF-Grade Fusion Affinity failure, the lowest of the low.But instead of falling prey to despair, like most would, he chose another path: Knowledge.He would become a Mech Designer, equal in status to the mighty Corers.Yet before his dream could be realized, he was caught in a clash of powers far above him, his life cut short with a scythe across the skull.But death… was only the beginning.║System Integration: 99%...100%║║The System Is Now Fully Integrated With The Host.║║Congratulations! Host Has Successfully awakened the SSS-grade Mech Devourer System!║Granted a system that allows him to devour the essence of Mechs and claim their power,Everlearn is given one last chance to carve out the greatness he was denied.Will he rise beyond Nvidia, and one day across the Infinite Apex Universe… or will the same tragic fate repeat itself?=============Join the Discord for character illustrations and talk with the author:https://discord.gg/gTkMp93wxW=============OTHER WORKS: Abyss Draconis

[Welcome to the Type-Moon System!We offer our most sincere blessings to you, our user.As a beginner, you’ll receive our initial care—a single free draw with a guaranteed five-star.Additionally, you'll enjoy a beginner’s privilege: a guaranteed strategy draw (up to three stars) until your beginner phase ends.Moreover, if you decide to become a player now, you'll receive a pocket dimension for storing your items.You'll also be granted special transmigration privileges, letting you experience what it's like to be the protagonist.So, what do you say? Are you interested in joining?]The boy sitting in front of the computer made up his mind and pressed the “Confirm” button.At that moment, his consciousness froze, and a black hole appeared before him, swallowing him whole.In the dimly lit room, the computer screen still glowed, displaying an unsettling line of text, as if it had snared its next victim.[Welcome to join us.]

“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.

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