MTL - Silent Reading - Chapter 107 Verkhovinsky (seventeen)

Roland was just a normal college student living peacefully in an H-Grade City when he experienced his very first devastating heartbreak.

He found out that his girlfriend of two years was cheating on him with the City Councilor’s son, she even embarrassed him in front of a lot of people.

When Roland was already completely devastated and was already at his wits end, a virtual screen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

[Requirements: Experience a devastating heartbreak(Completed)]

[System bound!]

[Congratulations for unlocking the Face-Slapping System!]

Since then, Roland’s life has taken a complete turn.

In his previous life, everyone envied Lu Ye, the Nine-Lives Celestial Lord, not only because he had nine lives, but also because he had eight stunningly peerless beauties.Who could have imagined that when Lu Ye was striving to become a Heavenly Dao Saint, all eight of his partners would strike together, delivering a fatal blow!Nine Heavens Sword Maiden: “I am the Lord of the Nine Heavens Sword, but because of you, everyone thought I was just a sword servant. Lu Ye, you deserve to die!”Red Lotus Fairy: “Senior Brother, don’t blame me. If it weren’t for you, I would have long become an immortal couple with him. I don’t want to become an immortal; I just want to be with him forever!”Vermilion Bird Demon Empress: “Lu Ye, hahaha, when you slaughtered the demon clan, did you ever think that I am also a demon? You said they would harm me, but did you know that the one who has always harmed me is you!”***When time reverses, the eight empresses return to the past.Lu Ye finally realizes that if the melon is forcibly twisted, it won’t be sweet. So, he decides not to twist it anymore.Now, he wants to see how these women will live their stunning lives without him!

Lei Jun transmigrates into a cultivation world and could seek opportunities and avoid risks by drawing lots and acting according to it.[Moderately good lot, don't join the crowd. Focus on your own tasks. After the chaos, head to the elder's cave mansion to help heal the wounded: gain a Fifth Grade Opportunity, move quietly, no worries behind, auspicious.][Perfectly neutral lot, don't join the crowd. Wait for the right moment. After the chaos, go to Ganoderma Terrace, obtain a Sixth-Rank Opportunity, but attracting envy and trouble, hidden dangers, average.][Moderately unlucky lot, join in the selection, maybe get chosen. But before gaining anything, you'll face catastrophe, get stuck in mortal peril, injuries or death likely, ominous.]

“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.