Start in DxD as Motohama: Leveling Up in Another World - Chapter 26: Is it wrong to have two cute yokai catgirls as pets? (I)

'Welcome to the New Era'

Waking up in an unfamiliar world, Zhao Luo realized the changes in his body.

In this distorted world, the lands that Zhao Luo once knew of, have changed into mountain ranges and every range has a Sect while the sect leader has all the power and control over the surrounding mountains.

Zhao Luo's simple life as a traveler had already ended the moment he was trapped in a sleeping capsule.

Now his goal is to become the strongest and reign supreme in this new world to achieve his ultimate goal of becoming a God.

• Zhao Luo's potential attracts the attention of a mysterious old man.
"Master, you are an Emperor, Emperor of Gods?"

Becoming the Disciple of this old man turned out to be a blessing for him.

• Receiving his master's most treasured books lets him meet even more incredible personalities.

"What? The egos of the Ancient Emperas are overseeing my growth?"

• Continuing on the path to rise to the top in the Xin Sect, Zhao Luo finds a Fist Technique.

"Oh, he trained for 78 years to master this? But It only took me 4 days ^.^"

Zhao Luo's journey will bring him to the top as he crushes down his enemies, and make friends with unusual characters, each with a background of his own.

"She is mine."
Going against one of the three Royal families, just for the sake of his beloved, this journey is filled with everything you need.

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Have you ever thought about how your life would turn out at the age of 18?Well before I could even say that I was an adult to even say I was going to conquer it.The world had seemed to already be determined of what mine and the rest of humanity would be when the first Leviathans was made public to our world.

“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.

Born in the royal family, Yan Shi has too many things that he is helpless toward.

Doesn’t matter whether he is willing or not, he has already been dragged into the battle for the throne.

But above him there’s a father who detests and rejects him, and below him there are brothers watching him like a tiger watches its prey.

Yan Shi’s every step is filled with uncertainty, afraid that with one wrong move, he would lose everything.

But just as he was about to rein in the net, his stomach actually got bigger!

Help: We’re in the midst of fighting for the throne, what should I do with my big stomach? How do I ensure no one discovers it?

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