My Romance Life System - Chapter 26: Rage

She was once a globally renowned actress, but was imprisoned for being framed. After being released from prison, she faced huge contractual penalties and retaliation from others. She decided to reclaim her place in the ever-changing showbiz with her strength and wisdom to prove her ability and innocence.She tried her utmost to evade him, yet their fates remained intertwined. He said, “You can't hug me and give up on me!” “You want me to forgive you? Sure, unless I die!” She replied.

“[System Notification > Quest Complete: Apotheosis Through Death]”“[New Quest > Make the threat submit]”“[New skill obtained > Sovereign hands]”In a world where gods and different divine creatures walk among mortals, power isn’t just a privilege, it’s survival. Most people rely on Visors, elite fighters who harness mystical forces to battle threats beyond normal comprehension.After a brutal underground fight leaves him on death’s edge, Liam awakens with a secret system. Quests. Stat points. Skills. Level-ups. It’s like a game, and he is its player.The first quest? Kill or be killed.Author’s Notes :-I’ll be updating twice a day, and sometimes more.-The MC will eventually get to a point where he is overpowered.-The MC will have contracted OP summons that he borrows abilities from.-The fighting scenes are well written, especially in such a way that it feels like its animated and with a high budget.-No harem but the book is open to romance and a little 18+. It is also dependent on reader’s wants.-Discord Channel creation will be done soon-This will turn out to have multiple story channels so sit tight cause it’ll be a long run-I will appreciate every form of support. Thank You!

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

“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.