Purgatory Artist - Chapter 469: Hope!

Many strange phenomena have been happening in Yin City. Li Ang—whose alias is Li Risheng—becomes embroiled in an absolute real game of life-and-death, known as Killing Field.Using his above average analytical and deductive skills, he completes different quests assigned by the system, such as eliminating supernatural beings or solving cases, while trying to unravel the true nature of the game.

An alien civilization invades, prompting a global Spirit Power Awakening, with a new game arising to combat the alien civilization...

What? All transactions in-game can only be conducted using spiritual energy coins?

Without spending a large sum, it's impossible to quickly improve your strength?

Standing next to the largest Spiritual Spring Eye in the world, Su Yu reveals a smile.

I have ten billion spiritual energy coins! Are you scared?

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This is a world filled with despair, teeming with hordes of corpses, mutated creatures, poisonous plants, demons, and gods.The human societal system has completely transformed, with no justice, no righteousness, only might and slaughter.The strong can oppress the weak at will, human order has utterly collapsed, and the law of the jungle reigns supreme. In this world, weakness is the original sin!Some lucky humans have awakened extraordinary abilities, becoming Evolvers, and have risen to the top, possessing wealth, resources, beautiful women, and status.Qin Jun crosses into this doomsday world, awakening the Great Villain System at the start. As long as you are villainous enough, SSS-level talents, gene serums, and potential points are all within reach.Perhaps in the doomsday world, only villains can climb step by step to the peak…

“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.