The 31st Piece Overturns the Game Board - Chapter 1

A relentless young man, a shadow of a dragon soul sword, a legendary immortal saga.Who will be the peak in the battle for imperial supremacy, only I, Lin Xuan, despise all living!

‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him.It was real…He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists!A world of Beast Tamers!A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together!A world Kael, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect!His response?“Fuck no!”He might be brave in the comments section, but who the hell takes that seriously!?How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him!?He was no Hero!And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’But then,[Ding!]He heard a sound.[Talent Awakened.][Talent Name: Dragon Genesis][Talent Rank: SSS Rank][Description:][Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.]‘What in the hell…?I—I can create Dragons…?’Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing.In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power,In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon.He could create… an army of them?

The sky and the earth are infinitesimal as a grain, and a life of peace is like the sea.

Lu Heng, who crossed over to the other world, found himself transformed into a huge white wolf, a mountain God of a remote mountain with a group of villagers under his rule.

In this strange and wild world, demons and giant beasts run rampant, and human order is almost non-existent.

These, however, are not what Lu Heng needs to think about. What he needs to think about now is how to tell this group of villagers that he does not need little girls.

Besides, he actually doesn’t want to be a God anymore…

“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.