SSS-Class Suicide Hunter - Chapter 8: The Monologuing Identity(2)

My reunion with her took place in the worst possible way.

“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.

Leon was once an ordinary man—until he died saving children and woke up in a new world as the last prince of the demon race. But his awakening comes with a cruel truth: the war is already over.The Demon King is dead. The once-mighty demon empire lies in ruins. And now, Leon stands amidst the ashes, surrounded by a handful of survivors teetering on the brink of extinction.Crowned Demon King by default, he holds the title—but there is no kingdom left to rule. The few remaining demons are barely surviving, hunted and outnumbered. Worse still, Leon, who once enjoyed the luxuries of modern technology, must now navigate a harsh world stuck in the Middle Ages.Can he pull the demon race out of their misery? Can he reclaim the power they once held? Or will history remember him as the last king of a fallen race?Follow Leon on his journey to rebuild, conquer, and defy fate itself.

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.