Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam? - Chapter 99 - Internet Exposure, Overnight Fame

Confession school belle rejected? Reward the five thunders to rectify the law!

Confession of the devil’s beautiful tutor was rejected? Reward the Golden Light Curse!

Confession of the Wan Yao Queen was rejected? Reward Eight Wonders……

The confession was rejected, and was regarded by everyone as a negative example of not thinking about cultivation and indulging in personal relationships with children.

It wasn’t until he was rejected a hundred times that everyone realized that Lin Feng was invincible!

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The Thousand-Year Clan, the Ten-Thousand-Year Battle, deities play games with mortals' lives, fostering myriad tribes like nurturing parasites — with defeat meaning oblivion and victory ensuring sole survival.Only the one who prevails can earn the gods' faint smile.A youth named Qin Chuan, endowed with the power to stop time, leads humanity into the battlefield of countless races, only to discover that this is not their first foray onto this battleground...

[Hokage + System + Invincible + Betrayal Village]

Also known as [Hokage: Ten-year-old Kaleidoscope, Betrayal Konoha at the beginning]

Through Naruto, I like to mention the super krypton gold system, as long as krypton gold can become stronger!

Uchiha Natsume, who has praised the lucky money for ten years, finally opened the [Kaleidoscope Writing Wheel Eye]!

Next, what about Flying Thunder God, Immortal Mode, Bamen Dunjia, Samsara Eye, Heavy Particle Mode… I want all of them!

From today, I will never be Konoha’s licking dog again!

Defeat Fuyue, fight Sarutobi, kill Danzo, betray Konoha… Whoever stands in my way and betrays the village will die!

Life and death are bearish, if you don’t agree, just do it!

My name is Uchiha Natsume, the new god of Shinobi!

Who is in favor?

Who is against it?

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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.