Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy - Chapter 346: Academy End Party (9)

After laying down his life in a final act of sacrifice living in a world plagued by monsters, Zion expected only the embrace of death. Instead, he awakened in an unfamiliar world—reborn as the son of a formidable Duchess, heir to a lineage of wealth and influence. Yet, luxury and privilege were not what fate had in store for him.Marked by the Goddess who saved his soul from death’s grasp, Zion is tasked with a singular, harrowing purpose: to annihilate every God in his new world. These divine beings, revered and feared, now stand as his sworn enemies. But before he can challenge the heavens themselves, he must forge himself into a weapon of unparalleled might—one capable of shattering both mortal and immortal foes alike.To defy the divine is to invite wrath beyond reckoning. But Zion has already died once—what more does he have to fear?There are only a few 18+ Chapters within the first 60 chapters but will increase a lot after that.

Battle Emperor Fu Sheng is the most popular player in the game, The New Age. Everyone believes that only he will become the champion in the final battle! His real name—Lin Jie. The reason for his participation in the battle is to win the Capsule of Revitalization for his injured mother and sister. With the Broken Blade, a Heritage weapon, in hand, he finally makes it to the final battle! Only then does he realize that his best friend had betrayed him! After his devastating defeat, Lin Jie is shocked to realize that he had time-travelled all the way back to a few years ago when the beta version of The New Age was just about to launch!

Having transmigrated into a little farmer girl, her father passed and her mother turned crazed. Facing a frail household, Qian Yixiu remained calm, her rise relied on strength, and also on the luck she had when being a “ghost”.Together with her younger brother, she strived to build wealth with one hand and protect her beauty with the other...

“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.