Wraithwood Botanist - Chapter 115 - It Begins

“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.

This is my first time writing so don't be disappointed if it's not as good as the top authors!I'll do my best to bring the fun!Here we go!----------Apocalype in the Urban world??an event known as the great Cataclysm was the starting point to humanity's understanding of the abstract worlds!the cataclysm tore through the reality of earth, bringing down carnage.Responsible for the reduction in humanity's population.Apex predators born from Mana itself were responsible for the decline of humanity.With the awakening of the gifted, humanity returned back to where it was!but now the protectors of humanity are nothing but shadows of their former selves!Designed to be killers, soldiers owned by their governments!with series of wars constantly breaking out, they were bred to fight and die on the battlefield!in a world where only the gifted reigns, Riley was nothing!a mere non awakened cadet, a rag, hated by his military academy!and deployed to his death on his first day of commission!faced with a life or death situation, a weakling who had nothing, no parents to mourn him!no one to miss him when he's gone, a worthless human!faced with death, he was forced to awaken!Ding!Congratulations, you have awakened three ultimate Talents/Ethereal Summoner Talent, Infinity Talent(sealed), Adaptation Talent/Class: Legendary/Your Talents has evolved from F rank to E ranks/Starting out with three ultimate Talents!with the truth of his Bloodline dawn on him!..He's forced to level up!Maxing out his summon harem, Riley's faced with series of unfortunate events!A soldier who lives to die for his government!He has no life!Would he find his? or is his fate designed to be simply a weapon for his country?Who knows!

The older young Lisko woke up and found that he had become an American. He took over his father’s ranch and began to live in the United States.

- Description from novelbuddy

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.