MTL - There is Room For a Beautiful Daughter-in-law In the Rebirth Era - Chapter 814 want to take a chance

Business elite Wu Bin suddenly died and reincarnated into a college student in a parallel world.Just as he joined the freshman military training, Wu Bin realized something was off.Why was his body weaker than a woman’s?Wu Bin had thought he could use the system to change his physique and reach the pinnacle of life!But who knew, in the next second, the style shifted dramatically!Ding.【Congratulations, Host, for successfully acquiring Acute Myocardial Infarction】【Beware, when your heart rate exceeds 130, Acute Myocardial Infarction will be triggered 100%】Hiss!Are you serious with this crappy system?【High host dissatisfaction value detected, special gift package for beginners】【Congratulations to the host on your gift— Scorn of Death】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Rebirth from Cocoon】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Iron Will】Consequently, the ordinary college student Wu Bin became a regular at the major hospitals in Shanghai.The campus belle was smitten with him, the principal prayed for him, and the instructor treated him as his own biological father!“Why can you fracture a bone just by going to the bathroom!”“How dare you travel all over with only 1 platelet?”“This batch of college students, they're very fragile, hard to kill!”

A 30-year-old NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters!

An accident let him have a special ability to turn back time up to 1 minute. When he said the wrong things in front of his leader, he was able to return back to 1 minute before to correct what he said.

During jade stone gambling and there was no jade inside, he turns back time to pick another stone.

When the woman he likes met an accident, he can return back to 1 minute before to save her……

A small fry’s rise through the ranks of the government service starts……

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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.