MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character - Chapter 84 Vampire's melee

[Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?]

Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past.

Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?!

To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’:

F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫

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Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins & Chaos

It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army!

This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug*

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— Attention may Contain —

- Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer)
- Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class)
- Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!)
- Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle)
- NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!)
- Magic (PP Magic is best magic)
- Multiverse (PP across worlds!)
- 100% sane friends (Officially)
- Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!)
- Scorned beauties (No BS!)
- Taming (Cool travel pets!)
- Secrets (PP finding stuff!)
- Pumpkins (Spooky!)
- R18 tag (?!?)
- Much more!

In the Sacred Lust Continent, where hundreds of Power Clans flourish – each boasting their unique Sacred Powers – lies the Starlight Family from Southern Lust.

Within this clan, Han Li was born without a Starlight spark in his soul; nobody cared for him except his Mother, Yue Li. Only she had been his constant.

Nothing seemed special about him.

But destiny had a different plan for him. On the day of his 18th birthday, everything about him changes as he unexpectedly acquires the Demonic Lust Sutra...

But his life didn't change due to the Sutra, but something entirely different—he saw something nobody had, nobody should.

Moreover, his mom has a cheat much more potent than his?!

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A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

“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.