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"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.

Dev was the top-ranked player in Defense Against Infinite Waves, a game where strategy decides everything. Except… Dev had no strategy at all. He won by doing only one thing—spamming troops until the enemy cried. One day, as he admired his hard-earned title, a blinding light swallowed him. Dev opened his eyes in a real fantasy world under siege. A system floated before him: [Welcome, Defender. Save this world.] The problem? Dev had zero tactical sense. But will spamming work in the real life...

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Daaaadadadada Iatula presents inoxication spam by Eka Chadua and Dato Abuladse. The story that began because of one little incident. And because of that fire wheel will bring death. And will of queen that will change fate and set a bird free.

Boon and Boor, two boys who couldnt be more different despite their strikingly similiarities. Boon is known for his kindness and politeness while Boor is infamous for his bad behavior. The story unfolds as Boor's mother, recognizing her child's need for change, reaches out to Boon's mother in the hopes of fostering a friendship between the two. Through the modern medium of texting, Boon & Boor start to get along slowly but surely -- or not. im a beginner author Boon&Boor art on my cara

Sebastián recuerda vividamente como ese día, Thomas le pidio de rodillas a Debb-la mosca más Molesta y su peor enemigo (segun Thomas)- que sea la pareja de baile de su hermana. Se suponia que seria una buena noche. Una celebración informal en un puesto callejero de comida, un par de helados, bebidas, fotos de una apuesta, un vide de celebracion... Patrullas... Luces... Y una bala perdida...

This story began as a question: what if the boundaries of humanity were broken overnight? What if survival wasn’t just about endurance, but about evolving, adapting, and finding power in a world that no longer plays by the rules? Kael’s journey is not just about fighting monsters—it’s about confronting the emptiness inside, the choices we make when everything familiar collapses, and the cost of becoming stronger than we ever imagined. The world you are about to enter is dangerous, unpredictable, and at times, unforgiving. Monsters lurk in shadows, humans are both prey and predator, and power comes at a price. I hope you enjoy walking alongside Kael through this chaotic, thrilling Seoul—a city you think you know, yet will never see the same way again. Remember: in this world, survival is not enough. You have to rise. — Author

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The Boy Born To Be Unborn In a world where the line between the living and the dead blurs, Thalos finds himself at the heart of an ancient prophecy. Born with the ability to traverse realms, he is hunted by dark forces that seek to harness his power for their own sinister purposes. As Thalos embarks on a harrowing journey across haunted landscapes and through shadowed forests, he is joined by a diverse group of allies—Zalithar, Elyndra, Vorin, Nerai, Kiria, Xandar, Myrrin, and Orinth—each with their own mysterious pasts and hidden agendas. With each step closer to uncovering the truth, Thalos faces unimaginable horrors, spine-chilling suspense, and shocking twists that challenge his courage and sanity. The battle for survival becomes a relentless struggle against time and the encroaching darkness, as the young hero must decipher cryptic clues and confront malevolent spirits to protect both the living world and the afterlife. "The Boy Born To Be Unborn" is an epic tale of adventure, horror, and suspense, where every chapter ends in a heart-pounding cliffhanger, and every twist leads to deeper, darker secrets. Will Thalos fulfill his destiny, or will the shadows claim him forever?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!