Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft - Chapter 7: Missing Brother

Sangyan turned into a widow known to bring misfortune to her husband. Despised by her in-laws and disdained by her own family, she volunteered to retire to a remote estate to live out her days. At this moment, she caught the eye of a tyrannical emperor with a strange illness - being near a woman caused him unbearable itching and relentless vomiting.Hence, the 26-year-old emperor had never favored any of his consorts, let alone sired any heirs. The imperial harem constantly pressured him for offspring. The common people also yearned for a royal heir. When they learned that the tyrant held affection for Sangyan, the widow with the ill-fated destiny, the entire nation opposed their union.Eventually, the entire country pleaded with Sangyan to bear children for the sickly and tyrannical emperor...Beauty widow with a deadly fate VS Emperor with allergy to women

The indifferent gods look coldly at the mortal world from the clouds, the tailless reptiles whisper in the gap between winter and spring, and the eight-clawed demon god in a high hat plays his flute in the cold sea.The steam engine had just ignited the light of civilization where swordplay and sorcery duels, alchemical guns and galleons orchestrate songs of perish, secret societies and the Church of the Righteous God are chasing and hiding against one another, and the curtain has been raised on the Great Age, the Great Voyage! The Great Exploration! Great geographic discoveries!There are dramatic epics, and also sinister and deceitful schemes. Will Civilization conquer barbarism? No, there will only be barbarism and more barbarism! Alvin wakes up in the small seaside town, rises as a descendant of a fallen noble and enters the center of the vortex step by step, claiming the legendary crown at the peak of the path of the Extraordinary.

“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.

Yuzuki thought it was just another pastime from his casework, proofreading a half-finished fantasy webnovel. But when he woke up the next day, he was no longer in his world. He was inside the story… as a disposable extra.The world he now walks is beautiful, brutal, and broken. Its plot is incomplete. And looming over it all is a calamity so catastrophic that even the protagonist would have failed to stop it. Driven only by his cunning and spite towards this twisted fate, his only choice is to stake his existence in a world on the verge of collapse. But how long can a nameless extra outwit the fate of an unfinished novel? How is he going to survive in this ruined world?If the story dies, so does he.“Well, curse the protagonist. Why would I gamble my life on some self-righteous fool who’s just doomed to fall anyway?”#Academy#WeakToStrongMCNo Harem!