The Sword Emperor Transmigrates - Chapter 132

Only I know the end of this world.

One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.

His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Hundred contestants.Hundred days. A single rule……survive.Every year, people vanish.Some are criminals.Some are poor and desperate.The chosen are gone, traded away like a currency and never seen again..They are taken to the Recall Trials: a live-streamed, underground competition watched only by the elites.In a fractured future where society is divided into sectors ,walled cities built on wealth: Sector A (elite) to Sector D (the swamps). The elite live in technological luxury, while the outer sectors rot in poverty, crime, and sickness.To control the masses, a secretive elite group known as The Aetherions created a deadly underground reality game called The Recall Trials.The prize?Fortune and a place among the elites.The cost? Everything else.Players are forced to survive by solving deadly puzzles, facing brutal betrayals and sometimes, finding forbidden romance, all while knowing death could come at any second.When Vincent Aston, heir to one of the richest families in Sector A loses everything, he falls into a world he was never meant to see, a world that wasn’t made for people like him. A world where memories kill, and even money can’t buy his way out..Will the golden boy of the elite beat the system or will the game be rigged from the start?In the Recall Trials, the greatest enemy isn't death…. it's the truth.There are no heroes.Only survivors.“When the countdown begins,all that matters is who survives the bloodshed.”Spoiler Alert! The main character’s flaws consume him, and will eventually turn to the dark side. Nobody’s perfect, and he’s no exception.Get ready for the Recall Trials! Music and epic promo video dropping soon!

In the twilight years of the dynasty, treacherous villains rose to power and demons plagued the world.Qin Zheng, bearing a scroll of virtuous deeds, traveled through time and found that by beheading those wrapped in sin, he could attain virtue and enhance his martial arts prowess.Thus, Qin Zheng glanced at the Ghost Head Greatsword in his hand.“The auspicious moment has come, to the execution!”With a great shout, Qin Zheng swung his blade and beheaded his target!!----------------This book is also known as “I've Become an Executioner After Time Travel?” and “Achieving Sainthood Through Merit, I Seek Elevation by Executing Sinners”......

“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.