Kar98K Upon Touchdown! - Chapter 126 - Catapult Takeoff, Rocket Jump!

When a normal human suddenly dies and enters another world with the almighty cheat, their very own system, what do you think would happen?

They will rise above every other being and soar the skies, for they will become an unstoppable force that brushes through the entire world, causing waves... Or so it normally goes, right?

After Victor dies, he did get transmigrated, but it wasn't as a rich young master or some character with unfathomable potential. NO. He woke up as a random dungeon mob in another world...

Read to follow Victor's journey through his new life as a mob.

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.

{Information revealed!} {These are the benefits!!} {Do you wish to steal its skills and powers?} “What the hell is this?! What am I seeing?” A Kid was flabbergasted seeing all the information about anything he set his eyes on, from beasts, Plants, and even Nonliving things. {Do you wish to steal the artifact’s Ability?} The 1-year-old child who looks like a 10 years old smiled; “I don’t know what this is, but that didn’t mean I can’t utilize it... With these Eyes... I’ll be the youngest Emperor in the whole three Continents!!” ____________ Aaron was a 30 years old man, who had gotten reincarnated four times... He made sure to be the strongest in each lifetime... A General. A President. The Young Master Of a powerful family, Who Engraved his name on everyone’s minds. A Renowned Scientist, who created the first Youth preserving drug. _______ Such a Man got Reincarnated to his fifth Lifetime As The Cursed Child, The bringer of Death and Destruction. “Can you believe that?!” _____ Will Aaron Use his past experience and show the world his strength, or be The Cursed Child everyone is so terrified of? Let’s find out.

“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.