Bonded Summoner - Chapter 21Book 2. : The Second Task

The prosperity of Piltover is on the surface, the barrenness of Zaun is miserable.

The able men of the Twin Cities, join Noxus, and I will lead you to the light!

– Ryan Meredith

The League of Legends fanfiction, starting with Zaun and Piltover, tells a story about the Empire.

Demacia to the west, Ionia to the east, Freljord to the north, Shurima to the south…

The empire has risen!

Also known as: “Heroes’ Testimony and Victory”, “The Noxian Way of the Far-God”, “The Four Souls of Chancellor Trifali”

- Description from novelbuddy

“I... I was wrong...”“Are you still telling people you're single?”The noble and cool man was carrying the girl, who deliberately put on heavy makeup, home with one hand.“No, no, please spare me, Mr. Chairman...” sobbing in a completely undignified manner.Another slap landed, “Call me what?”The girl tearfully pleaded: “It's husband, my husband, please spare me, I won't dare again...”As everyone knows, the chairman of the world's leading conglomerate has no hobbies beyond work, except for pampering his wife, pampering his wife, going home to pamper his wife!And after being reborn, Su Ge’s favorite hobbies, besides showing off their relationship in various ways every day, are to punish villains, punish villains, and punish villains together with her husband![Rebirth + Sweet Romance + Feel-Good Story]

~My Lovely Harem School Life~Just like the cringy name suggests, it's a well-known dating sim that gained popularity due to the beautiful heroines, fun story, and most importantly, the significance of the player's choices that influence the endings....But why did I end up transmigrating into the scummiest character in the game, Yagami Reiji, the heir to the biggest Yakuza group in the country? The trash that harassed the main cast, the trash that bullied the students, and the trash that ultimately 'steals' the heroines if the player makes the wrong decisions.Why, God, Why!?Will my predecessor's past, a horrific mess, haunt me? Will my father, the King of the Underworld, accept me? Will the characters, now a reality, still hate me?I decided to live a regular life, slowly taking the steps to whitewash my reputation..... With an occasional punch thrown here and there......Wait, why is the original protagonist a complete idiot?

“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.