God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 355: Bear My Children

In the original lines of the novel, I was a villainess—used as a political tool by my father and older brother—who ended up dying at the hands of my future husband.

Once upon a time, Earth had Qi, and many cultivators lived within it, but one day all of them disappeared, and it became the cultivator's forbidden land.

However, as time went on, humans underwent evolution, and many of them gained superpowers. Besides Earth, there are three other realms connected to Earth. The three realms are the Heaven Realm, the Hell Realm, and the Earth God Realm.

When Chen Li was very young, he only knew that his father was killed by people from several powerful and prominent families, and his family's property was also robbed by them.

Since then, he had also been bullied by the younger generations of those families, but he couldn't do anything against them. Because they were possessors of superpowers, whereas he was just an ordinary young man with a frail body, and he didn't have any superpowers whatsoever.

One day, some of them beat him almost to death, then they dumped him in the northern forest and left him to die. However, fate was still kind to Chen Li. Just as he was about to die, the soul remnant of a strong cultivator named Song Tianyi found him.

Song Tianyi decided to save Chen Li from death; he took him as his sole successor, and he passed everything down to him.

After that, Chen Li trained diligently to become a strong cultivator with one goal: revenge.

How will Chen Li go about facing the superpower holders and getting revenge on those people? And how would he face the races of the other three realms?

Let's find out.

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The Hero’s party was attacked by a large group of powerful devils. The party will no doubt be annihilated if this were to go on.

“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.