MTL - Be Pampered and Spoiled - Chapter 73

“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.

I died in my world. Not peacefully of course, it was a shootout, like most of my life.Over there I was the Mob’s greatest enforcer.They killed my parents and turned me into a soldier, lying to me for years. Until I turned those skills on them.But death wasn’t the end unfortunately.I transmigrated into an alternate earth; one haunted by monsters, ruled by secret organizations, and crawling with things far worse than mobsters. But in this world, I’m not even human. I’m a Wraith, a ghost possessing my corpse in another world.But the rules don’t seem to work for me. I never stopped evolving.–——Noah looked down at the Perfect Grimoire. “Huh? I never stopped gaining abilities.”[Void Ice creation][Hellfire][Culling voice][Soul destruction]

Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled.

I reincarnated and became the young sect master of a sect that dominates a region.I originally thought that with my solid backing, I will not have any worries in this life. However, sudden changes occurred and the sect declined.When the last ten disciples were forced to leave, only a deaf old man and a dog named 'Haha' remained in the sect, I suddenly discovered that the buildings in the sect could be upgraded!I'll upgrade the main hall!I'll upgrade my residence!I'll even upgrade my kitchen!A super sect is currently rising inexorably like the Sun...Welcome to my sect.I only accept disciples that are geniuses. Even super experts have to pay if they want to join.There's no free lunch in the world!