MTL - Marvel: Silver Superman of Asgard - Chapter 198

A city of academies where high school girls converse with swords and spears in hand.A comedy character who loves macarons and a cup of tea.Becoming a pink-haired dummy in a mobile game, acting as the weakest character with the pretty filter in my mouth and body.Yet in my heart, a man’s fighting spirit still boils like lava.“What a cutie. Ohoho☆”

Shi Li found herself transported into a novel, becoming the vicious female supporting character who had an unhealthy, obsessive love for the male lead.During classes, she was either scheming how to win over the male protagonist or pondering the fates of her classmates in the original story.[It seems that in the next few days, Director Wei will have a car accident]Upon hearing Shi Li’s inner thoughts, the young lady abruptly stood up.[However, after Director Wei’s death, his mistresses and illegitimate children will show up at the door, claiming a large portion of the family fortune]The young lady gracefully sat back down.A few days later, the chairman died in a car accident and was promptly cremated before his last breath had even faded.When the mistresses tried to storm in with their illegitimate children to claim their share, all that remained was a fresh, warm urn of ashes.[That new sister-in-law of the school bully seems to be involved in some serious trouble behind his brother’s back]The school bully thought indifferently, wondering how bad it could be – at worst, she’d be cheating on his brother.[She’s connected to human trafficking rings operating across borders]School bully: !The police cracked a major international case, and thanks to this incident, the school bully finally gained recognition from his family.Everyone assumed Shi Li was madly in love with the male lead. The academic genius helped her create “chance” encounters. The young lady even delivered the male lead to her bed.Of course, some people took a different approach.Class monitor: What do you think of my young uncle?Others who rushed over upon hearing this: You fool, what are you trying to do?Following the principle of “if you can’t beat them, join them”Other classmates: This is my 6’3″ athlete little brother, and this is…

“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.

Jiang Nian used to be an actress. One day, she died and became a quester for the Lord God. Her task is to collect aura of a female lead and prevent each world from collapsing.

It’s just that every time there is a lot of twists and turns, however, the most troublesome thing for Jiang Nian is that once the female aura rises to 60, it won’t rise anymore! What will Jiang Nian have to do to get a breakthrough?

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