Imperial CEO's Overbearing Love - Chapter 848

Entering the world of cultivation, Brandon Jiang thought he was stepping onto the path of immortality, but little did he know, he was actually walking a path of death!An immortal once said, “If you are not at the dining table, then you are inevitably on the dining table.”Humans are the spirits of all living things, endowed with natural dao embryos and the great medicine of heaven and earth.In this world of cultivation, only by absorbing others' abilities and fortunes can one cultivate!Therefore, mortals are raised as Sacrificial Furnaces.If you don't absorb others, others will absorb you.Brandon Jiang is unwilling to become a Sacrificial Furnace, nor does he want to commit heinous acts.Until the fairy who loved him died in his arms, Brandon Jiang was driven completely mad.Many years later, when Brandon Jiang looked back, he realized that he had become the most ruthless demon in the world.

After Adam takes over Han, the “crippled” third son of the Tenaxis Family, he learns the truth: the body is sealed, not crippled.That same day, his Black Dragon bloodline and Dark Mana ignite, and his mother gifts him Xena, a Dark Priestess she broke and bound to his service.Armed with new power, he studies the Dark Arts and fuses them with his dragon heritage, stepping into a world that devours the weak.First objective: find the one who sealed him and kill him.

A teenager finds himself in the Marvel World with the Dragon Balls, and has to find a way to survive!

Shenron: “Say your wish! Any wish can be granted, but you only get one…”

Teenager: “Any wish could be granted?”

Shenron: “Of course!”

“Great!”

Teenager: “Shenron, please get me out of the Marvel World; return me to my original world!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

“….”

Teenager: “What? What were you bragging about then, saying you can grant any wish?”

Shenron: “Your body is from this world, therefore….”

“….”

Teenager: “Okay, then give me the power of a Super Saiyan! I want be able to beat Thor and Hulk, surpass Captain America and Iron Man!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

Teenager: “Worthless dragon! What can you do?”

Shenron: “I can…”

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“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.