Priceless Baby’s Super Daddy - Chapter 1585 - Not Grateful At All

Kyle was just an ordinary gamer until a truck-kun decided he was isekai material.Waking up in the world of Path of Transcendence—a novel he once read—he realizes he’s not the hero, the villain, or even a side character.He’s an extra, someone who was never mentioned in the story. But this world is no fairy tale: it’s cursed, doomed to fall to demons, with every major character destined to die.However, Kyle isn’t as ordinary as he seems. Blessed by the Roaming Storm, a mysterious and powerful force, he wields the rare ability to command lightning, wind, ice, and water.But is he truly just an extra, or is there more to his role in this doomed world? Armed with his knowledge of the novel and his newfound powers, Kyle must find a way to survive in a story that wasn’t written for him.Can he become the missing piece that changes the fate of this world, or will he be crushed under the weight of a plot that doesn’t even know he exists?

Qingyun found herself having traveled back in time to ancient days, with a splitting headache. She hadn't activated any ancient survival skills!She couldn't compose poetry or engage in literary exchanges.Sewing and embroidery? No clue.Pleasing men? Even worse.Farming or doing business? Clueless.With no other options, she had to choose a profession that required none of the above skills....Years later, those who once served her, now ministers and generals, listened as Qingyun, who had ascended to the throne as the empress, said: 'You might not believe it, but I never intended to be the empress.'The ministers and generals replied, 'That's right, that's right. Everything you say is correct. It was us who forced you into this position.'

After struggling to survive for three hundred years in another world, Yang Qiu finally returned to Earth.

However, he was shocked to find that only one day had passed in Earth time. More surprisingly, his own sister didn’t recognize him…

And what’s worse, he hadn’t escaped from that terrifying dark magic plane at all!

To save himself, he has no choice but to take on the role of a savior…

[Fourth Crisis: Influx of Gamers] A deranged black mage disguised a magic plane as a game, deceiving even more deranged Earth players to rush into this other world and wreak havoc.

Starting with just a skeleton frame, equipment is obtained through plundering… and confiscation!

Undead, bandits, calamity—a trinity of a storm from another dimension engulfing the continent of Navalon, bringing both terror and the potential for peace, justice, order, and enlightenment.

Elder gods resurrections and the void encroaches—the battle for the end of the world begins. Since the three major calamities have gathered, the only ones who can stand against them are the fourth calamity!

Simple-minded Earth players, heed my call and take up your weapons to save this dark and magical OtherWorld!

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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.