MTL - Can You Connect to Your Wifi? - Chapter 18 .WIFI signal

Warning!: Blood pumping battles, Gore, dark themes and Comedy that will crack your ribs!~[System Synchronization Complete!]~[Listen up Host!][Step 1: Get princesses][Step 2: Train them to use their abilities][Step 3: Receive 10x returns!]Wise was a regular pawn shop owner, not the extra scammy type, just the regular scammy type.That was until he was suddenly run over by a derailed train…The good news? He was reborn.The catch? He was not the hero, he was not the extra, he was not the knight. No, he was reborn as a legendary Dragon.A big bad Princess kidnapping Dragon.The last of the SkyFire bloodline.Ding![New Mission!][Obtain your very first princess!][Reward: Skill Draconic Breath]Ding![Princess Esme has advanced to level 10!][Host shall receive 10x Experience!]Ding![Princess Lenora has learned a new skill, Wind Surge!][Host shall receive 10x benefits!][New skill, Ancestral Tempest of Ruin]Wise soon discovers that there are secrets shrouded in his Draconic memories, conspiracies best left unsaid and foes too powerful to fathom…But with a smile on his face and an arsenal of OP skills by his side, he will not only prevail, but defy the powers of this new world.Read as Wise raises regular palace princesses to country level threats, all while reaping 10x the benefits!•••Note, this novel contains Intense Battles and an Antihero MC.Additional tags: Action, Comedy, Dark, Gore, Dragons, Princess, Demons and Demon Lords, Elf, Monsters, War, No Yuri, multiple races.There will also be slice of life moments.Consider reading the author’s review if you still haven’t decided to read this novel.

At the movie premiere, a curious reporter notices the marks on Xia Siyu’s neck. “What’s that?”

Xia Siyu flicks her hair carelessly. “A mosquito bit me.”

After returning home, Bo Yan pins her against the wall, his voice teasing yet dangerous.

“A mosquito? Do I need to bite you again?”

Xia Siyu gains weight easily and is always fat shamed with words like being “as fat as a pregnant woman”. One day, she is mocked so harshly that she appears on the top searches. While everyone thinks of it as another joke, the movie star, Bo Yan, replies unexpectedly, “Thank you for your well wishes! Our baby is already three months old.”

“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.

The first version: The life of Zach the Vampire in Barton City.

The second version: a vampire brought a bunch of nonhumans to live in Barton city.

The third version: strange creatures were secretly moving into Barton City.

Final version: The Barton explosion of nonhumans.