Reincarnated: Vive La France - Chapter 267: You always planned this?

It has been about 30 years since dungeons were suddenly appeared in the modern world and Seekers, people who are adapted to dungeons, began to appear among the population.

One morning, Musou Daichi, a high school graduate and freelance worker, realizes that he has become a seeker. Seekers are people with unique abilities such as level, status, and skills.

Daichi bikes to a nearby dungeon and explores his first dungeon through trial and error. This is the story of a young man who gradually gains power while raising his level, acquiring skills, and cashing in the magical stones obtained by defeating monsters.

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Another year of enlistment season, the recruit company is a rare encounter in a hundred years, bringing together a group of unruly thorns with sky-high backgrounds!

When everyone was at a loss, Qin Yuan recommended himself to be a recruit company commander and began to build the strongest special force!

In the annual large-scale military exercise, recruit companies are allowed to participate and are responsible for simple logistics.

However, when the red side was retreating, a miraculous scene appeared on the battlefield.

The head of a reconnaissance regiment of the Blue Army: “Report! The red team cheated! Our reinforcement regiment was defeated by the enemy’s special forces, but the enemy actually made a poor excuse to call himself a recruit company!”

Brigade commander of a rocket brigade of the Blue Army: “Can’t you afford to lose? Special forces are not allowed to participate in this exercise! Your red team actually dispatched special forces?”

The Blue Army’s superior roared angrily: “It’s just nonsense! I was shot in the head with special forces in violation of the rules? You also quibble that you are a recruit company?”

Qin Yuan smiled lightly: Don’t pretend, actually… I’m bringing special forces!

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In a world where Heroes are the last line of defence against threats, 17 year-old Zane Skylark, was the most powerful of them all—a symbol of strength and justice. Known as the “Rank-1 Hero, [Hope].”[Hope's] every move was praised by the masses, and his victories were legendary.But during a mission, [Hope] is believed to have died, but only to survive due to an unknown skill—[Immortality].For 60 long days, Zane's lifeless body remains inactive, as the [Hero Association] declares him dead and appoints a new hero who can mimic Zane’s strength under his hero name [Hope].After resurrected.“What's... Happening?”“Didn't I... Die?..”“Immortality?”Zane finds himself in a confused situation.“After everything I did for them...”After finding [Hero Association] betrayal, he decided to distance himself from them.“It's been... almost 3 years. ”“Maybe I should return home.”He decided to return to his hometown, hoping to bury his past and lead a peaceful existence.But... can a hero truly abandon their destiny? Or will new challenges will force Zane to confront his past self and the responsibilities he has left behind?

“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.