The Three Who Chose Me - Chapter 2: Claimed by Alphas

When Caesar learned that he had traveled to the world of pirates!

In order to become stronger, I started hell-style training, looking forward to going to sea one day,

Stir up the situation and rule the world!

One day, a pirate group came.

Looking at the familiar figures behind the captain,

Caesar instantly knew his name – Lockes!

After the Island of the Gods incident…

Garp: When did a Caesar appear in the Rocks Pirates? Almost fell into his hands!

Roger: What kind of strange ability is this? Domineering! ?

White Beard: The scars on my body are thanks to Caesar!

Golden Lion: How is it possible! What ability is he hiding! ?

Kaido: Bastard, it turns out that this guy has been paddling all the time!

- Description from novelbuddy

[No NTR]

I got pulled into the NTR game I was going to gift to my pure harem lover friend.

The game has already progressed to the middle, and the heroines seem to have been already stolen away from the hero, in which I was transmigrated into.

Now I just deeply crave for a cigarette, but I can’t even smoke in this world…!

“[System Notification > Quest Complete: Apotheosis Through Death]”“[New Quest > Make the threat submit]”“[New skill obtained > Sovereign hands]”In a world where gods and different divine creatures walk among mortals, power isn’t just a privilege, it’s survival. Most people rely on Visors, elite fighters who harness mystical forces to battle threats beyond normal comprehension.After a brutal underground fight leaves him on death’s edge, Liam awakens with a secret system. Quests. Stat points. Skills. Level-ups. It’s like a game, and he is its player.The first quest? Kill or be killed.Author’s Notes :-I’ll be updating twice a day, and sometimes more.-The MC will eventually get to a point where he is overpowered.-The MC will have contracted OP summons that he borrows abilities from.-The fighting scenes are well written, especially in such a way that it feels like its animated and with a high budget.-No harem but the book is open to romance and a little 18+. It is also dependent on reader’s wants.-Discord Channel creation will be done soon-This will turn out to have multiple story channels so sit tight cause it’ll be a long run-I will appreciate every form of support. Thank You!

“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.