The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 419: Centre Of Attention

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

“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.

“What! The young master has married another concubine?”After Gu Changge is bound to the system, sharing innate talent and even cultivation results with a Daoist Couple (wife) is possible. Whether it's consuming elixirs or treasures from heaven and earth, or from daily cultivation, everything can be shared!“Just by binding with one partner, I went from a waste to a spiritual body. What if I had multiple partners?”Since that day, he realized that working hard in cultivation was not as effective as taking in more spouses, and that taking elixirs himself was not as good as feeding his wives!The aloof and warm-hearted sect's holy maiden, the playful imperial princess, the dragon race's transformed girl with white hair...【Your Daoist Couple has cultivated through the night, shared cultivation progress!】【Your Daoist Couple has grasped the essence of swordsmanship, shared insights!】【Your Daoist Couple has consumed a supreme snow lotus, comprehended a law, shared!】【Dual Cultivating with your Daoist Couple, rewards...】(Disclaimer: Dual Cultivation is a unique method of cultivation where a man and a woman cultivate together by having sex)As he feeds his wives every day with ease and pleasure, he unknowingly becomes a celestial being, perfects the holy body, and stands above all living beings!(The story is focused on daily life, is lighthearted with a touch of humor, and does not stress the protagonist)

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.