I am really not a medical immortal. - Chapter 1625 - 1624: A Visitor from the Spirit Clan (Second Update)

This is a brand new story.

[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!

“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.

“Primum non nocere.”