MTL - Super Invincible Battleship - Chapter 811 Negotiation failed

“He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down.

The rebel army leader swung his sword to my neck on the city tower, as I faced a dead end. Then, with a huge grin, he said to Tantai Jin, “Between your wife and Miss Ye, only one can live. Who are you going to pick?”The system cautiously looked at Ye Bingshang, who was crying, and said, “Master, he’ll pick you.”“Let Bingshang go,” Tantai Jin ordered without hesitation.“Uh oh,” said the system.“Uh oh,” I said.“Tantai Jin must know that your family is large and owns a lot of property,” the system remarked, reassuringly. “As a result, he must think that the secret guards will save you.”Tantai Jin thought similarly. So, on that day, in front of 300 thousand men, I smiled at him and jumped off the city tower, beneath his shattered gaze.I didn’t even leave a complete body behind for him.So, this is the ‘BE’ ending that I have chosen for Tantai Jin.As the new emperor, Tantai Jin’s hair turned white overnight in the first year of Jinghe. Then he turned into an insane devil that slaughtered the city, even beheading Ye Bingshang.And after Nirvana, I, who had already seen through these few years of hopeless love, returned to the immortal cultivation realm. Being a little fairy makes me happy too.Many years later, I’m claimed to be the white moonlight of a fallen divinity throughout the immortal cultivation realm.Tantai Jin had never sobbed in his entire life. No one had ever witnessed his frail state, even if his eye was gouged out and his meridian veins were cut.That was the day that everyone will remember for the rest of their lives. With blood and tears streaming down his cheeks like beads, he pleaded for mercy.

When I opened my eyes I had become a princess!

But out of all characters in this romance novel, why is it the princess who has the fate of dying to her own blood-related dad, the emperor!

If I want to live, I must not be seen by that emperor dad.

“When did this kind of scumbag start living in my castle?”

The man who doesn’t have single drop of blood nor tear to drop, that cold emperor Claude! Will Atanasia who had been caught by the emperor be able to survive?

“I… What do I do…..?”

“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.