Married to his secret crush - Chapter 339 - Pitiful Old Man

(No Female MC + Ruthless + Infinite Style + MC is not a saint)“Are you tired of mediocrity? Do you crave power?If you want to break free from the ordinary and possess power that surpasses all beings, then join this game.”Ye Shuangluo was chosen by a mysterious game to become a reserve player. As a player, he must face opponents from other parallel dimensions and multiverses. Fortunately, Ye Shuangluo awakened his unique talent: “Achievements Master”. By accomplishing a series of achievements, he can obtain countless powerful skills and attributes.When the cross-server war begins, foreign players traverse the spacetime gate to his star. Ye Shuangluo stands above the sea of stars and strikes with a single slash. The unparalleled blade aura instantly annihilates all invading enemies. Facing the countless terrified enemies on the other side of the spacetime gate, Ye Shuangluo sighs and says leisurely:“I really just wanted to quietly rack up achievements, why did you have to force my hand?”

Lu Zhen, celebrating his new job at a prestigious company as a computer programmer, got extremely drunk, and the next thing he knew, he had crossed over to the martial world.

Luckily for him, he had also obtained the unbelievable [Level up] system.

[You have overeaten.]

[You acquired the Gluttony skill.]

[You have slashed a saber 100,000 times.]

[Saber mastery has reached level 10. It is evolving into....]

[You have reached the limits of your body's potential.]

[Your constitution is evolving...]

[You have meditated.]

[You have acquired the Talent skill.]

While other cultivators faced countless difficulties, Lu Zhen only had to do fulfill certain condition to become stronger.

From that moment on, Lu Zhen's journey began as a Great Demon King destined to conquer all beings.

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She was a 21st century’s forensic doctor. With her medical expertise, she uses her scalpels to save life and investigate the dead. Unfortunately, she transmigrated to the body of the unfavourable first daughter of Liu residence. At first sight, he looks handsome and charming; with his crotch erected underneath his half-naked body. She smiled and asked, “Have you been drugged, sir? A cure? One treatment costs two hundred taels.” He frowned dangerously as if to judge whether is she worth for him to give his body to her willingly. She quickly used her silver needles on seven acupuncture points and teasingly stared at his crotch. “Look, you calmed down immediately, aren’t I good?” The moment she finished her words, his member grew larger again. She got pinned down by this wretched prince, “I’ll give you four hundred taels, change another treatment method.” “F***!” She got unlucky, and that was how her son Liu XiaoLi got into her stomach.

…… On a fateful day, Liu XiaoLi was refining his medicine-making skill. The little punk walked towards his mom……

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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.