Global Evolution: I Have An Attribute Board - Chapter 467 - : New Moon Bloodline Advances To Eight-

In his previous life, Lin Mu was the top assassin on Earth. He accidentally traversed to the Eternal Immortal Realm, where, over the span of eight hundred years, he cultivated from an ordinary mortal to the realm of an Immortal Emperor.However, as he was undergoing the tribulation to become an Immortal Emperor, his enemies ambushed him and his Divine Soul drifted through the cosmic Chaos for several hundred years. Now he possesses a body which belongs to another man also named Lin Mu, a live-in son-in-law of the Qin Family in River City who was constantly mocked and humiliated.“Rest assured,” Lin Mu mutters. “Since I have taken your body, I will naturally avenge you.”

HE DIED BEGGING FOR LOVE. NOW HE IS BACK TO BURN THE WORLD DOWN...and maybe fall in love along the way.Genre: BL | Dark Fantasy | Revenge | 18+ | Apocalypse | Second Chance Rebirth#BL #ZombieApocalypse #EnemiesToLovers #ColdMLxBrokenMC #DarkRomance #18Plus #TraumaRecovery #Revenge #PowerAwakening #SlowBurn #SupernaturalAbilities---Everyone in the Capital knows about the notorious Greyson family—wealthy, powerful, and rotten to the core.But the real scandal?The arrival of the triplet illegitimate sons, dragged into the mansion like unwanted baggage after their mother died.The younger one, Asher Greyson, became the family’s favorite punching bag: mocked, overlooked, a stain on their perfect reputation.All Asher ever wanted was to be loved.What he got instead was betrayal and a death so cold it burned.After dying at the hands of his half-sister, dissected like an animal for his rare lightning ability, Asher is reborn. But the world hasn’t ended…not yet.This time, he’s four months ahead of the outbreak.He won’t beg again.He’ll become something terrifying that the world itself will kneel down and beg for mercy.The apocalypse began with falling meteorites, shards of radioactive hell carrying the Z-virus. The purple moon will rise and black rain will follow. And from the ashes, ability users will be born…Asher will be one of them.But he’s not the only one walking through fire.Commander Caspian Winters, the Ice Emperor, is haunted by dreams of a boy with lightning scars and crimson red eyes. A boy he doesn’t remember holding as he bled out. A boy he’ll soon meet again.And when they collide, the spark is instant—dangerous, hungry, and inevitable.[The man who once haunted Asher’s final days like a ghost, untouchable and unreadable, now stands before him under the glow of the purple moon.Caspian’s gloved hand tilts his chin up.“You’re not what I expected,” Caspian murmurs, voice low and cold.Asher’s lips curl faintly, eyes glowing crimson.“And yet,” Caspian whispers, “You're exactly what I want.”---“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Asher’s voice breaks on the question.Caspian doesn’t blink.“Because every time I look at you…” he says, stepping closer, “…I feel like I’ve already lost you.”]Asher swore he’d never trust again. But Caspian’s ice is the only thing that can soothe the storm inside him.Let the world burn.Let the dead rise.This time, Asher Greyson is taking back everything, his power, his revenge, and maybe… his heart.

“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.

To take a dragon's hoard is to challenge death.The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.