Zhang San, please behave yourself! - Chapter 93: Death Notice

Disclaimer:The characters, settings, locations, and images used in this fanfic are the property of their respective creators and/or copyright holders.This fanfic is a non-profit work, created solely for entertainment purposes, with no intention of infringing any copyright.—Synopsis:Aiden was killed by a woman who stabbed him for unknown reasons.Upon losing his life, he encountered a mysterious cosmic entity that offered him a deal:Protect a world from invaders for 100 years, and in return, receive a second chance at life.Without hesitation, Aiden accepted the agreement.For a century, he fought bravely to defend that world.Finally, after fulfilling his part of the deal, he left that place behind and moved on to a new destiny, now with the incredible gifts he had acquired over all that time.—Main World:High School DxD and some slice-of-life anime.Other Worlds:- Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni—Tags:#Date A Live#High School DxD#Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni#Neutral-Good Protagonist#Faction Creation#Sacred Gear Creation#Harem#No Yuri#No Netorare / NTR#Parallel World

“[System Notification > Quest Complete: Apotheosis Through Death]”“[New Quest > Make the threat submit]”“[New skill obtained > Sovereign hands]”In a world where gods and different divine creatures walk among mortals, power isn’t just a privilege, it’s survival. Most people rely on Visors, elite fighters who harness mystical forces to battle threats beyond normal comprehension.After a brutal underground fight leaves him on death’s edge, Liam awakens with a secret system. Quests. Stat points. Skills. Level-ups. It’s like a game, and he is its player.The first quest? Kill or be killed.Author’s Notes :-I’ll be updating twice a day, and sometimes more.-The MC will eventually get to a point where he is overpowered.-The MC will have contracted OP summons that he borrows abilities from.-The fighting scenes are well written, especially in such a way that it feels like its animated and with a high budget.-No harem but the book is open to romance and a little 18+. It is also dependent on reader’s wants.-Discord Channel creation will be done soon-This will turn out to have multiple story channels so sit tight cause it’ll be a long run-I will appreciate every form of support. Thank You!

The world of Anexia is rotting. The Mist has taken hold over entire continents and continues to spread, not content until the entire world is under its control.Raorka, along with his mother Zoe and father Zack, are thrust into this world after an accident. However they wake up at different parts of the world.Raorka wakes up near the Domed Town of Temuril, where inhabitants speak of the cursed dragon in the woods and the exiled witch who teaches magik...for a price.Zack wakes up near the town of Odania where the red cloaked Chianti Hunters battle against the tyrant mayor and the last Great Kingdom.Zoe awakens near the abandoned Church of Laments, where the cries of persecuted nuns echo, praying for the return of their Goddess and her blessings.Now they journey separately, desperate to reunite with each other amidst the chaos of a dying world.

“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.