Mechanical God Emperor - Chapter 1498: Michaelia Advances to an Eternal

Living an unfulfilled life, Zack Gray meets an untimely end–that is, until he’s given a second chance, in a new world, under a new name: “Leon Schoeller.” Heir to the Schoeller Estate, a powerful and prestigious noble family, a life of luxury surrounded by maids and butlers of elite skills of their own awaits the reborn man.[Lord System Activated.]In addition to being blessed with a genius mind and magical talent, the [Lord System] grants Leon supernatural abilities, from empowering his servants, conquering beasts, and even manipulating his mansion.However, as gifted as he finds himself, the world around him is full of lurking threats, forcing him to level up if he expects to keep his cozy life intact.

«Abbot Xinzi, by decree of the Celestial Grandmaster, hunt down the protagonists, snatch their women and destroy their destiny!»

In a world where demons walk among men and mystical beasts run amok, Xinzi, outer disciple of the White Immortal sect, must compete against his peerless senior brother to become the Sword Fairy’s dual cultivation partner. Failure isn’t an option.

But when the truth of his mysterious past resurfaces, and his identity clashes with the succeeding protagonists, will our monk hold on to the last embers of his humanity or sink…into utter depravity?

Follow Xinzi as he subdues the succeeding protagonists, corrupts their beauties, and bestows green hats on the path to attain Sainthood and establish a Paradise of Faith in Debauchery.

In his previous life, Zhang Beixing died young due to health reasons, but he was reborn back in his college days.Looking at this young, healthy but frail body, he decides to start working out rigorously from today onwards, to become strong and healthy.【Question: I want to enhance my constitution and keep getting stronger, what should I do?】Zhang Beixing seeks help online, and by sheer coincidence, the Persuasion System appeared. As long as he listens to advice and implements others' suggestions, he could acquire Ability Points and get stronger indefinitely.“Run too slow? Run with weights! Carry a load of fifty pounds, and run a crazed ten kilometers every day, you'll be as light as a feather.”“Lack of jumping strength? That's because you haven't done the Left Foot Stepping on Right Foot. Workout like this and you can reach the sky...”

“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.