MTL - Unparalleled Emperor - Chapter 4225 Make up Tiandan!

If life could repeat itself, what would you do?Would you repeat your first life and stay a normal average joe? Perhaps your gaze will betray the life you’ve already lived, but you remain insignificant and unknown, stretching your neck up high to watch the furling clouds roll by?Or will you make the world your stage, stir up every cloud and wind under all the heavens, making the entire world your captive audience as you dance, making people’s hearts pound with your every move?Composing my own laws, establishing the order I desire…a human life is a measly ten decades, so why don’t I light the candle that is my life and set this world ablaze!!

I'm captured? Fine, I can't help it since I can't move.

Experimented on? At least give me some anaesthetic.

I'm freed? Let me get some revenge.

Want to plead for your life? Sorry, this miss here holds a grudge.

I destroyed the lab so now let me explore this world freely.

I somehow joined Mr Hero's party. Fine, he seems fun.

"Aiya, how cruel. For the honour of being a hero you'd kill this missy huh?" She smiled whilst bleeding out.

"Che, you still have the mind to joke right now?" He said with a glare.

"What is life if not to enjoy every moment? Since I'm going to die and I can't avenge myself, I hope someone else does."

"No one will. You were the only one who was more powerful than I with your Nanomancy. Now with you out of th-"

"Hush child. I'm trying to die in peace here."

"But I'm ol-!"

"Ap! Good children don't disturb their elders."

"But yo-!"

"Bye~" She grinned before losing strength.

"FUCK!"
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Why am I sleeping in the snowfields?

Mr Wolves are growling at me. Hungry huh?... Me too.

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Revenge is a dish best served cold, with dollop of whipped suffering and a sauce of acute humiliation.Karma would do anything to exact revenge on the one who was responsible for her mother's death, her father's disdain and distrust, and a miserable life.She was manipulated, maltreated, and humiliated by the one she trusted the most. Her stepsister!!Discovering she had only three days left to live, Karma would go to any length to exact revenge. Even offering herself to the scary and powerful demon overlord.A contract. Blood oath. Manipulation. Betrayal. And lots and lots of revenge.

“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.