MTL - Another World Sandbox Gamer - Chapter 602 throwing satellites

[Short Story] [Food Writing] [Sweet Little Cake] One day Ding Sha got transmigrated into a book, with a baby of unknown parentage in her belly.

Upon closer look, the baby turned out to be the male lead from a previous angsty novel she read.

A poor little thing unloved by his parents.

So impoverished that her stomach rumbled, but armed with superb cooking skills, she transformed herself from Ding Sha into the boxed lunch beauty at the construction site.

Kung pao chicken, garlic baby bok choy, spicy pork belly, tossed noodles – she cooked up a storm.

Before the construction workers could feel the stirrings of spring in their hearts, the baby’s father suddenly appeared.

Jun, carrying a travel bag stuffed full of cash, squatted outside the door gazing longingly at Ding Sha’s slightly bulging belly.

“Wife…I’m back…”

A 1v1 sweet doting story without abuse, a light and fluffy little sweet cake, safe for consumption.

Oosuki Masato is an ordinary high school boy who is magically transported to an alternative world, but for some reason his doting, over-protective mother comes along as well.

New book, “My Wife is the Star Lord,” seeks your support~[Strong Female Lead + Doting Love Interest + Ancient Martial Arts + E-sports + A Touch of Fantasy]The Sinclair Family's second daughter, who has spent years practicing Ancient Martial Arts in the deep mountains, is returning to Kingsford for the college entrance exams.The Sinclairs are terrified: “The second daughter is a jinx! She brings misfortune to her father, mother, and the entire family. Stay away from her at all costs!”The young masters of Kingsford sneer: “A country bumpkin from the mountains will be easy to control. A little sweet-talking and she'll fall for it.”Only an old Daoist, who seems like a quack, pokes Aurora Sinclair's head with a serious expression: “Don't cause any trouble for your master when you go down the mountain!”***Half a year after returning to Kingsford—The Sinclairs, with eager faces: “Our second daughter is the hope of our entire village; don't get in the way of her making money!”The young masters of Kingsford, bruised and swollen: “Aurora Sinclair isn't a woman! Her fists are harder than a man's!”The old Daoist, gazing at the night sky, mutters mysteriously: “The Star of Romance is stirring! Which foolish boy is it?”The precious young master of a certain secret laboratory lets out a loud sneeze!The expressions of all the experts and professors change drastically: “Hurry and get a doctor!”***Male Lead: Alvin Morgan (Top Researcher)Female Lead: Aurora Sinclair (Hidden Bigshot)【Please add to your collection, send red beans, recommendation tickets, and monthly passes. The more, the better~】

“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.