Second Life Ranker - Chapter 379 - Gigantomachia (4)

An anime otaku who has traveled to the world of full-time hunters, in order to live well, he can only keep getting stronger all the time, burying the strong one after another. Your withered life will be continued by me.

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Bai Lian, the eldest martial sister of the Qiongming peak of the Duxian sect, is as pure as jade. and unparalleled in beauty. She is known as a Natural Saint and is sought after by thousands of people.

One day, she suddenly remembered the memory of her previous life. This world was actually an r18 gal game called the Battle of the Gods.

Her master, An Lan the reincarnated Immortal Heaven Lord; √

Her second martial sister, the future Holy Spirit Goddess; √

Her third younger martial sister, the rebirth of the Rebellious Shura; √

Her fourth younger martial sister, the future Dragon God of War; √

Her fifth martial sister, the future God of Martial Arts; √

And she, the eldest martial sister, was a [b*tch] and [white lotus flower], who had a villain system and could become stronger by bullying her martial sisters, and had as many as 108 death endings in the original game!

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Bai Lian was speechless.

[Every dog has its day, don’t look down on me!]

“I will be quitting cultivation!!!”

Bai Lian gave up the struggle.

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Several years later, Bai Lian sighed:

“Can you women with the protagonist models stay away from me!” “I am not a Natural Saint!”

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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.