Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero - Chapter 78: -The Iron-Blooded Knight

There are Humans. There are Elves. There are Dwarves. There are Orcs. And then there are Demons, and the Demon King.In a world where warriors wield elemental fury, assassins bend shadows, and mages rewrite the laws of reality with a thought… one boy awakens the weakest and funniest ability of all.[Muscle Genesis]… the power to grow and control muscle.The f*ck? No sword aura, no magic affinity, no flashy technique, just raw, brutal power.Born in the wild slums of Arcanum Nexus, orphaned, starving, and forgotten by the system, Kairo Vale has one goal: survive long enough to rise above it all.When his chance finally comes in the form of the prestigious Nexus Academy Entrance Tournament, the world expects him to fail, just another Unranked slum bastard with a useless ability.But the thing about muscles is that… they grow.And so does his pain tolerance, and his strength, and his will to endure.Thrown into trials designed to break him, teamed with nobles who want him gone, and hunted by powers that fear what he might become, Kairo fights back the only way he knows how: one rep, one punch, one brutal threshold at a time.Because in this world, power is everything.And he’s going to build his from the ground up.If they won’t give him a place in their world, he’ll carve one with his fists.

Keiran has always dreamed of being a hero—exploring vast worlds, defeating powerful foes, and growing stronger with every battle.In his favorite RPGs, he could live that fantasy. But when he's suddenly summoned by the god of Eteria, his dream becomes reality.Chosen to stand against the encroaching darkness threatening to consume the world, Keiran is granted four extraordinary abilities: the power to absorb, upgrade, create, and transfer skills.With limitless potential at his fingertips, he embarks on an adventure to collect, refine, and bestow incredible powers upon allies and himself.As he hones his abilities, forging new paths in magic and combat, Keiran will shape Eteria’s fate.From a summoned gamer to a legendary hero, he will not only fight the darkness—he will redefine what it means to be powerful.

“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.

One day, a button appeared in front of me.

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