MTL - I Am Evergreen In the World of Cultivating Immortals - Chapter 2 separated by a door

What would happen, if one day fantasy collides with reality?

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Front page is “XOULSEY LAREN LINDBURY - THE MONOCHROMATIC BEAUTY”.Next in line are, CITRONELLA, THE RECEPCIONIST, THE NOT SO OLD HAG and QUEEN MIREYA, (THE BLONDE YOUNG MAN and THE ALBINE are ready along with, VERIZON, (Comment if you want to see any specific CHARACTER or CONTRACTED PARTNER in the corresponding section, and cheer for your favorite!).(I am working on the Æzh'Xinder and the other Creatures)After having his Military Service extended from four to more than twenty two years due to an administrative error, “Drïekvïer”, Better known as “Trektör” or “The Worst Nightmare Of The Farioth”, is abruptly forced to stop his deployment, all because the change of a law in the Nation he choose to live in, “The Kcrwlmndth Federation”.Said law forbid anyone under 78 years of age to be in active militar duty; Him being almost 45 years old and considered a Veteran doesn't help him in the slightest to make an exception.With this unexpected development, he decide to try something new and impulsive by taking the “Talent” test of the neighboring country in order to obtain a “Profession”and qualify for one of the most prestigious Academies in the gigantic planet of “Clarattoia”.To achieve this, is mandatory to have a score of “7”, of a maximum of 22.5, after all, with out a Profession is impossible to access “Protocol” and nurture the hidden beast inside all of us; However, life always send us challenges when we are less prepared for them.

“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.

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.