Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades - Chapter 484 Being Cornered

[Inappropriate person] [Technical flow] [Reckless man] [Abusive tricks] [Funny] [Hot blood] [Black belly] [Not the Virgin]

Traveling to another blue star, Lin Chen awakened the “Crafting and Selling System”. You can capture strangeness, sell it to the black mine for mining, and exchange for strangeness

It’s a pity that there are too few weirdnesses in this peaceful world. Under such circumstances, Lin Chen has searched for needles in a haystack for twenty years, but still has little to gain.

Until one day, Lin Chen received an invitation letter from a horror game…

This time, the purchase life started.

In the ghost restaurant, the head waiter looked at his empty restaurant with tears streaming down his face.

In the weird school, the students were shivering, and the principal lit cigarettes for them.

There is also a dungeon deserted village that makes all human players feel horrible, and eventually becomes a real deserted village.

I don’t know when, a legend of a treacherous dealer named “Uncle Chen” began to spread in the horror world…

This book is also known as:

【Professional Life of a Strange Dealer】

[The sixth child in a horror game]

【The strange nightmare in the horror world】

【Dungeon Terminator】

- Description from novelbuddy

Lee Se-Hoon, the blacksmith of humanity’s last desperate united force, fought against the demons until the very end. However, the result was mutual destruction, with the world coming to an end. The moment he took his own life over that futile conclusion—

“…What is this?”

He had regressed to his days as a candidate at the hero training institution, Babel Academy. Having obtained a second chance, he swore to use anything as material to gain victory this time. Anything at all!

After the continent of the nine clouds, the continent of the gods, Lin Feng, a proud cultivator, journeys to exciting new worlds. There is more trouble on the horizon, will he be strong enough? See his journey…

“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.