Reborn as the Archmage's Rival - Chapter 81: Nice and Steady

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.Only a nightstand lamp is on in the room.The light is a soft, dim yellow.......

This is a story about the protagonist gradually uncovering the truths of various cultivation realms through a simulator, continuously improving himself in the pursuit of survival.Jiang Yifeng transmigrates into the eldest son of the Jiang family’s trading company in the Great You Kingdom. Initially, he believes he has entered an ancient society where he can spend his life idly enjoying entertainment. However, five years after his transmigration, the simulator activates.Each simulation allows him to randomly draw different talents.Three-Minute Enthusiasm: Every day, you will have three minutes of extraordinary heat and hard down below.Fitness Expert: Your physical training results are beyond the ordinary.Eye of Insight: You can see partial information about everyone.Extreme One-for-One: The person who kills you will die simultaneously with you.During his first simulation, Jiang Yifeng discovers that this world is not what he thought—it has cultivators. Moreover, in just over a decade, these cultivators will come to destroy his family. After this revelation, Jiang Yifeng begins to simulate continuously for self-preservation!Through simulations, he keeps exploring the truths of this world and striving to improve his strength. In reality, he continues his carefree lifestyle.After numerous simulations, he discovers that the place he inhabits is nothing more than a sealed-off area, akin to a prison.In this place, people are forbidden from cultivating or seeking immortality. Otherwise, they will be hunted by an organization called “Immortal Arrival Gate.”This discovery makes Jiang Yifeng feel even less secure, so he works harder at simulating to exchange talents and cultivation...As he simulates repeatedly, Jiang Yifeng finds that the truths of this world are far more complex than he imagined. Even he, along with those around him, seem to have extraordinary origins. And all of this gradually unfolds within the simulations.When Jiang Yifeng finally becomes invincible, the truth he uncovers is...

“Ride this, my beloved consort!” Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, “I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!”

“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.