MTL - The Black Technology Chat Group of the Ten Thousand Realms - Chapter 332 They are paralyzed!

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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.

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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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In the previous life, Zuo Xian and his family had a turbulent quarrel, and refused the arranged marriage that they knew each other well.
For three years, Xiying moved behind the scenes to arrange a way for her with his savings.
But who knows, once Lin Qi became so popular, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
The former movie queen was ignored by no one, and she sadly quit the entertainment industry.
After an accidental car accident, when she opened her eyes again, time went back to the eve when she went to Lu Xingxian to divorce her.
It can be tricked by good fortune.
——she came back after all.

Zuo Xian appeared in front of the screen again, produced by a big IP! Hot headlines! Yuji front page!
Everything points to—
Sailor 1: Zuo Xian must have been unspoken!
Water Army 2: There must be something tricky with the director!
Sailor 3: How much did Yuji spend to get it!
However, not long after, the diva Lu Xingxian, who has been behind the scenes for many years, posted a photo on Weibo with the caption: Please advise me for the rest of my life.
——It was a wedding photo, and the person in the picture… was Zuo Xian!
Sailor 1: The photo must be of P!
Water Army 2: Little Xingxing’s account must have been stolen!
Sailor 3: Little Xingxing must have been threatened!
Half an hour later: Zuo Xian reposted that Weibo post with the caption: Although I went the wrong way, I met the right person. I have you for the rest of my life, please give me your advice.
The whole network erupted in an instant——
In fact, this is a story of a person who went wrong in his previous life and met the right person again in this life~

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In order to meet Zuo Xian, Lu Xingxian summoned all the teams that had been out of use for a long time.
When all the dust settled, he answered a phone call when he was leaving the house.
Lu Xingxian, who walked to the quiet room alone, listened to the familiar voice on the phone and said, “Axian, I can’t marry you.”
Lu Xingxian’s eyes were slightly red, but he said calmly to the other end of the phone, “Okay.”
“I keep this liking in my heart, it’s enough for you to be happy.”

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“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.