Reborn: Evolving From Nothing - Chapter 39 Killing

Modern agent Yang Lan’er has time-traveled to a peasant woman whose father-in-law was conscripted and raised a pair of twins alone.

It was a time when the Daying Country was suffering from drought year after year, and faced with the villagers fleeing famine with their families, they were not afraid or afraid! I have space in hand!

Yang Lan’er went the opposite way and resolutely took her family into the depths of the mountain.

From then on, go hunting in the mountains, fish in the river, farm, do business, and bring your family to make a fortune!

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Yuzuki thought it was just another pastime from his casework, proofreading a half-finished fantasy webnovel. But when he woke up the next day, he was no longer in his world. He was inside the story… as a disposable extra.The world he now walks is beautiful, brutal, and broken. Its plot is incomplete. And looming over it all is a calamity so catastrophic that even the protagonist would have failed to stop it. Driven only by his cunning and spite towards this twisted fate, his only choice is to stake his existence in a world on the verge of collapse. But how long can a nameless extra outwit the fate of an unfinished novel? How is he going to survive in this ruined world?If the story dies, so does he.“Well, curse the protagonist. Why would I gamble my life on some self-righteous fool who’s just doomed to fall anyway?”#Academy#WeakToStrongMCNo Harem!

【Host, host! I might be late, but I, the Femme Fatale Conquer System, am here to accompany you!】

【Now, let’s first conquer Momoana, a legendary female emperor who boasts looks and wits.】

Shu Yichao: “Charge, my nomads! Show them our unrivaled archery!”

And so, Momoana died.

【My host, I’ll assume what happened earlier was an accident. We have to succeed for the next one. Our next conquer target is Purin, a lofty and cold sorceress.】

Shi Yichao: “Clear the mobs and stack skeletons! I shall bring the undead calamity upon the world!”

And so, Purin died.

【…Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly, my host. I said court her, not cull her. Our next target–】

Shu Yichao: “Build the hive and spam the worms. My hive mind shall devour the world! Who can compete with me?”

【…】

Shi Yichao: “Halleluyah! I have finally gotten rid of every single one of them! Speaking of which, System, it has been a long time since you last spoke to me?”

【I’m tired. Just go and destroy everything.】

“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.