Record of a Thousand Lives - Chapter 19

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System.Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences.But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy!Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain...Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence.Before he knew it, his works became popular.Selected reader comments:“This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!”“With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.”“Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)”Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true!The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!”Lin Chuan, “Huh?”The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?”Lin Chuan's vision went dark.Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

Wan Tong was bound by the “Corpse Collecting System” and travelled through various small worlds. Her mission is to use the big boss’ white moonlight’s body to resurrect and stop raiders from looting the big boss’ luck.

Wan Tong : Didn’t you say that the big boss has no emotional line?

System : Who brought the white moonlight back to life →_→

Wan Tong : …. sob, sob, every day I try my best to help the boss deal with the raiders, but the boss is thinking about how to attack her!

PS :
(1) The male lead is the same person, the white moonlight is the original MC, which is mentioned later.
(2) Every world is probably sweet love

T/N : white moonlight = first love

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“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.

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