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She was a 21st century’s forensic doctor. With her medical expertise, she uses her scalpels to save life and investigate the dead. Unfortunately, she transmigrated to the body of the unfavourable first daughter of Liu residence. At first sight, he looks handsome and charming; with his crotch erected underneath his half-naked body. She smiled and asked, “Have you been drugged, sir? A cure? One treatment costs two hundred taels.” He frowned dangerously as if to judge whether is she worth for him to give his body to her willingly. She quickly used her silver needles on seven acupuncture points and teasingly stared at his crotch. “Look, you calmed down immediately, aren’t I good?” The moment she finished her words, his member grew larger again. She got pinned down by this wretched prince, “I’ll give you four hundred taels, change another treatment method.” “F***!” She got unlucky, and that was how her son Liu XiaoLi got into her stomach.

…… On a fateful day, Liu XiaoLi was refining his medicine-making skill. The little punk walked towards his mom……

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From the outcast of the imperial family to the emperor, Wei Chongrong’s path to the throne took thirty years.

In his previous life, everyone thought that he shouldn’t exist.

Only his youngest uncle was good to him, so he went through fire and water for him.

But what he ended up waiting for was the poisoned wine poured for him by the youngest uncle’s own hands.

Starting over, Wei Chongrong, who is familiar with the future, finds that the road ahead is still bumpy.

The battle that is bound to be lost is about to happen, and the scourge of witchcraft is close at hand.

What can he do to save the Eastern Palace and the imperial family, and to save Jun Hua, to whom he is indebted for a lifetime?

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“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.

“The fallen, the near extinction, those who wish to die, the rich, those who have been loved by life, and those who have been chosen. Are you ready to leave everything you have behind? Are you, the ones chosen by the gods themselves, ready to write history?”“Are you, the reason for the creation of the line between life and death, ready to become holy beings? Are you ready to climb beside Zeus, Odin, Archangel Michael, Lucifer the Fallen Angel, Buddha and others? Are you ready to become a God?”“You've been chosen!” These words would be the words James would hear the most from the moment he entered the tower.Behind the strange events, special feelings and dozens of things lost, James would have only one thing on his mind:“I will break through the tower and meet Chaos himself.”