One Piece: Capitalist Brook's Crew Expansion Plan - Chapter 83: The Giant Slayer

Reborn in a parallel world, he became a rookie fishing channel host.On the first day of fishing, he caught a corpse, unexpectedly solving a major case.On the second day, he caught a broken radio, miraculously receiving a broadcast from the future.On the third day, he caught a book of intrinsic skills, casually practicing it and becoming a supreme master.On the fourth day, he caught a string of ancient coins, uncovering a thousand-year-old sunken ship.......On the nth day, he caught a nuclear submarine.Fang Hao was baffled.Why couldn't he catch a fish but instead caught all sorts of strange things???The online audience was also stunned. When would he actually catch a real fish?

Li Mo, who went to Korea to inherit the legacy of the second master, got the inheritance of a spiritual master from a different world from a mysterious bead.

Use the general knowledge and ability of plug-ins to make fine wine, and by the way, make a cameo appearance as a black-hearted businessman.

The little spiritual master mixed in South Korea started a low-key and extraordinary new life.

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lexander, a young billionaire, and some of his classmates died in a school bus accident. They had another chance to reincarnate in a fantasy universe. A world of Sword and Magic. However, while everyone got a wonderful gift, Alex got two guns. One is silver-colored while the other is black. He couldn't even use magic. Even when others made fun of him, and his stats were below average, Alex was still smiling as he believes in himself. With a fiery eye, he said: “On Earth, I was one of the richest, and in this New World, I shall be the strongest.” Together with the others, they were sent to the next world to begin again. This is the story of Alex with his two guns in another world, a fantasy world. The story of his struggles until he became the strongest. The tale of a journey towards the top.

“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.