Hide in The Immortal Cultivation World, Strike Hard in the Martial World - Chapter 151 - 110: First Tier Low-Level Alchemist_2

Shocking big news: Gu Qingning, the good-for-nothing daughter of the Gu family, is no longer dumb, and her IQ is on the line.

Hearing that Gu Qingning got perfect marks in the grade-jump exam, everyone sneered, “It must be cheating.”

Sister Ning was not angry, and rejected the olive branches offered by other top universities, and took the recommendation of University A to sit firmly on the throne of the god of learning.

Hearing that Gu Qingning wanted to build power, everyone laughed again, “Waste wood can build power, and men can have children.”

Sister Ning didn’t get annoyed, she started her career silently, made a fortune silently, and abused scum while wearing a vest.

Hearing that Gu Qingning is in a relationship, everyone laughed again, “What kind of blind man would fall in love with her devil.”

On the same day, the most mysterious prince in the Beijing circle posted an official announcement on Weibo.

——Mrs. Fu, what do you want to eat tonight? @Gu Qingning

The whole city boiled, and it turned out that they were the ones who were blind.

From then on, Master Fu and Sister Ning joined forces and never looked back on the road of slaughtering dogs.

…

“Master, madam beat up the heir of the Rawls family.”

Fu Juncheng, “Send a few more people to help beat her up, don’t tire her out.”

“Master, madam is robbing us for business again.”

Fu Juncheng, “Who asked you to rob her, and send her the plan.”

“Master, your mother said that Madam seems to be pregnant.”

“boom–”

There was a sound of slamming the door, and the tall and straight figure of the man had long since disappeared.

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed.No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him.But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant.Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season.The final whistle blew.Victory.His first-ever win. The curse was broken.And then… his heart stopped.When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore.He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different.A small nameplate sat in front of him:Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fifth-Tier League)Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes.[Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!]Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance.From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history?He was once the most mocked coach in the world.Now, he will become unstoppable.Because this time… he refuses to lose.DisclaimerThe Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.

“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.

[Warning! Contains Strong Violent, Gory & Explicit Scenes!]Dravin died to escape a miserable life, only to be reincarnated into the body of a talentless trash in a world filed by dimensional gates leading to other worlds and dimensional monsters.During the University’s public awakening ceremony, he awakened the lowest possible talent registered in the Astral Soul Talent Codex: an F-rank Astra Soul talent, becoming the laughingstock of the entire academy.As despair, humiliation and shame threatened to consume him, a mechanical voice suddenly rang through his mind:[Ding! 10,000x Cultivation Multiplier System Activated!][You practiced (Basic Void Breath Meditation Technique) and have absorbed Void Energy][Ding! 10,000x Multiplier has been triggered!]Instantly, his cultivation speed increased by 10,000 times surpassing the speed of those even with S-rank Astra Soul Talent!————————[You practiced the [Basic Cleaver Technique][10,000x Multiplier Activated!Congratulations on mastering and advancing it to [God Slaughter Cleaving Art!]]While others spend decades in grueling meditation, Dravin achieves breakthroughs in a single breath.While geniuses grind and practice take years to improve their mastery of techniques, Dravin masters them with a single swing![You absorbed a drop of genetic serum.][10,000x Multiplier Activated!]Congratulations on advancing your [F-Rank Talent] to the [SSS-rank!]Armed with a system that defies all logic, Dravin's path to power was easily paved!Mocked for his trash talent? He evolves it into a divine entity that can resurrect the dead and drown gods.Laughed at for his slow cultivation? He reaches the pinnacle of power before his peers even finish their first year.Challenged by arrogant geniuses? He crushes them with techniques they can't even comprehend.But the system's greatest gift is its most unpredictable: the Lottery.With each spin, Dravin has a chance to win treasures that could alter the fate of the universe.From winning the egg of a forgotten [Legendary Void Dragon] to a fragment of a lost god's divine core.Follow Dravin as he transforms from being a joke into to a Cosmic Fiendgod!He will hunt down dimensional behemoths, explore ancient ruins that hold the secrets of the gods, and build a legend that will echo across countless dimensions!