Apostle of the Gods - Chapter 55 - First Day of Classes

A handsome man was hit and lost his memory for dangerous driving and saved by Lin Xiaomi. Since the day, the man just hung on in her house and refused to clear out. Also, from that day on, the only goal of Lin Xiaomi was to dislodge him!

The first person that Leng Yihuang saw after losing memory was Lin Xiaomi, who was a full-breasted beauty simple like an innocent child. She fascinated Leng Yihuang like a magnet. Since the day they met, his only thought was to f*ck her!

Of course, the winner is king, the loser needed to warm the bed… But after the night, the bastard just disappeared. Lin Xiaomi swore to God that she would hunt down that as*hole no matter where he was.

But when a bunch of guards with guns showed up and called Lin Xiaomi “Your Ladyship”, she was struck dumb with fear and astonishment. The man who walked out of a Rolls-Royce was just Leng Yihuang, who turned out to be the heir of a big shot…

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Takashi Nakamura is an ordinary student, constantly targeted by bullying from his classmates, living a life marked by loneliness and disdain. When he and his peers are mysteriously summoned to a new world, their hopes for change quickly fade. Deceived by everyone, he is accused of crimes he didn’t commit and executed by his classmates who planned everything from the start.Reborn as Pandora Aegis Oblivion, the new Demon King, Takashi no longer cares about the consequences of his actions. With immense powers at his disposal, he embarks on a journey of chaos and destruction, determined to plunge not just the kingdom, but the entire world into absolute chaos.In a universe filled with shadows and magic, Pandora transforms into an unstoppable force, a symbol of despair and power. As she progresses, she confronts relentless enemies and the reality of her new role. In her quest for total destruction, she will discover that every act of revenge comes at a cost, and that even amidst chaos, echoes of the past can resurface, challenging her resolve.

Masaru Ryunosuke is an outcast—a scholarship student in a school of elites, struggling to keep his head down in a world that looks down on him. But when a chance encounter with a vampire attack leaves him at death’s door, he wakes up to a new reality—he's no longer human.Now a ghoul, the lowest rank of undead, Masaru finds himself thrown into a world of ancient bloodlines, deadly supernatural creatures, and secret organizations hunting beings like him. His only guide? Akane Mikazuki, the cold and ruthless noble vampire who saved him, but only for her own mysterious reasons.Armed with the Cape of Dracula, an artifact of legendary power, and an unnatural potential that defies vampire logic, Masaru refuses to accept his fate as a weakling. If the world wants to treat him like a mere undead—then he’ll rise above them all and prove them wrong.As battles erupt between vampires, werewolves, assassins, and monstrous beings, Masaru must claw his way up the supernatural hierarchy before he’s devoured by forces beyond his comprehension. Because in this world, the weak exist only to be devoured.But what happens… when an undead refuses to stay at the bottom?

“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.