Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods - Chapter 88: Rebound

Finn travels to the timeline after Avengers: Endgame and obtains a system that hides one's own strength while allowing him to grow even stronger!However, he soon discovers that the system's prescribed hiding place is actually Westview!Before long, Wanda will seize control of the entire town, plunging countless people into pain and torment.Fearing exposure and determined not to give up halfway...Finn decides to act first—conquer Wanda and resolve the issue at its root.And thus, he embarks on a road of no return.Here's the cliched NOTE : English is my 3rd language so I'm not proficient in that , so if there are any mistakes please point it out to me

“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.

There are only two things in Bai Tang’s life that are deeply rooted in her heart. One, fighting and killing, and two, tempering her treasure sword, Canglan.

What? Let her guide the blackened big boss? Since when is she the type to do such a meticulous work?

Hence.

“The host really doesn’t play the cards according to common sense at all!” System 168’s heart expressed extreme fatigue.

Wen Su, who came from the abyss full of bones, said, “If my family and friends loathe me, then I will disregard human relations and disown all blood relatives. If the whole world loathe me, then let blood flows into rivers.”

Bai Tang: Good boy, I will feed and clothe you, give you housing and transportation, poems and distance will also give you. Just be a good person! I will not point a sword at your heart, nor imprison your body with an iron cage.

Wen Su: Oh, but the only thing I want is a wife just like you.

I was in the abyss, but then you came in carrying a poisonous light. But why weren’t you burned by the poison? Since then, unable to forget, I put away my body full of spikes and thorns.

A slow burn love story about a female black lotus big boss VS a scheming villain.

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“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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