Hidden Assassin - Chapter 41

Su Ying, a major general of the armored army of the last days, traveled through time, to the body of a scumbag who colluded with a scumbag to murder her husband. She was exiled as soon as she came, and she also gave her two children and a disabled husband who killed her every minute.

Small injury, big disability, Su Ying waved his hand, it’s not a problem.

On the way to exile, I didn’t eat or drink and was hunted down, so I was sprinkled with water.

With the material and space in hand, she has meat in her left hand and wine in her right hand. The assassins come one by one, and two kill one pair.

Treat the disabled husband well, raise a fat and cute baby, build mountains and houses on the wasteland, farm around the land, establish your own civilization and kingdom, and be your own queen.

After curing the illness of the disabled husband and letting him go back to Shangjing to clean up his grievances and regain everything that belongs to him, Su Ying and Li Shu dumped it on the table.

A certain king gritted his teeth and blocked others: Su Ying, you dare to leave and try!

The two cute babies rushed to hug Su Ying’s legs, “Mother, don’t you want your baby?”

Su Ying raised her forehead, well, then take it all!

In a fantasy world where everything depends on level, only ostracization and pain awaits a man that is unable to level, even if he was of noble birth.

But what happens he discovers an alternative source of experience…

After being struck by a crazed driver, Eden found himself reincarnated into another world as the last heir of one of the three most powerful clans.Immediately after birth, he was declared a powerful god known as 'Doom'. However, he soon realized that he had been reborn into a world from a novel he had never read, only seen advertised.In this world, evil souls and exorcists existed in secret, hidden from the citizens who lived in ignorance of their presence. Exorcists were born to rid the world of evil souls, maintaining the balance of the world.Eden was born with the power of Doom, and his eyes were meant to be covered at all costs, for anything they gazed upon would meet its demise.Determined to control his power, Eden struggled but failed. Everything changed when the inevitable finally arrived...[Ding! You have obtained the Doom system]A system that shall create the pact for him to tame his power and successfully defeat the evil souls.[Special ability! Host has the special eyes of doom from birth][Ding! Reversing weak aura into......]Eden was reborn with the most chaotic power and it is only a matter of time before we know what this ability shall cause upon this world.

“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.