Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan? - Chapter 153 - 154: The Decision Has Already Been Made, You’re the Champion

After the Calamity War, the final and most devastating conflict to decide who would claim the Divine Throne, Kael Medici stood as the last survivor.He had led armies, fought with unmatched ferocity, and performed legendary feats. Yet in the end, his fate was no different from the rest. He perished like all the others, the final casualty of the Great War, his hand just shy of the throne he so desperately desired.But when he thought it was over… his eyes snapped open.He had returned to his youth, his memories intact.The path to divinity is drenched in blood, and the battle for supremacy is merciless. Yet Kael has already endured this once. This time, failure is not an option.With the memories of his past life, dominating talent and and a mysterious power awakening within him... The preparations to reach the Divine Throne were complete.

After dying in an oddly anticlimactic vending machine accident, Kazuki Ren is reincarnated in the demon realm—not as a hero, not as a villain, but as the only human male student enrolled at the mysterious Academy of Ruin, a school where all the professors are demon lords and all the students are powerful, beautiful she-demons.Ren is told he has one task: survive.But there’s a catch. The Academy’s darkest secret is about to awaken, and Ren holds a hidden power that could either destroy the demon world... or rule it.Now surrounded by seductive demons with hidden motives, eldritch tomes, forbidden dungeons, and twisted exams, Ren must master his ability—or be consumed.Magic, mystery, danger, and temptation await in this dark academia harem fantasy.

The new book is out! Meng Yunhan has been reincarnated back to the time of ‘food coupon era’, a time when people struggled with food and clothe shortages. But she is not afraid this time around. Equipped with a ‘cheat code’, she is ready not only to start her own business but also to grab a hold of her stoned-face brother and even support Baozi, her child.Stoned-face brother: “Wife, let’s pack up Baozi and leave!” He claims that having a son who is even clingier to his wife than himself is utterly shameless!“Mommy, let’s get a new daddy!” Baozi suggests. His daddy, a grown man, is still so clingy to mommy. How disgraceful!

“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.