MTL - City Exchange Life Club - Chapter 407 : The method of quickly refining Zhendan

Mike’s life used to revolve around two things: his girlfriend and his work.It was a peaceful existence—no drama, just an ordinary but sweet life.But just when he thought it would last forever, everything changed in the blink of an eye. His world was thrown into chaos when he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer, with doctors giving him only three months to live.His girlfriend of three years left him for another man after he refused to give her his savings from the past two years.Mike would rather spend that money on alcohol, temporarily numbing the pain of his impending death, than fund his ex-girlfriend’s new life with her lover.Then, one day, while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation in a restroom, a spark of hope ignited in his dead heart.Without hesitation, he signed up as a beta tester for a groundbreaking game—one that allowed players to enter other worlds. In each world, his mission was simple: save the heroine, and she could return with him to the real world.The most incredible part? These heroines would continue their lives and even keep their pre-existing occupations!His first world? A realm where the heroine, clad in a white coat, awaited him like a knight in shining armor. She was the first doctor to ever develop a cure for cancer!From world to world, universe to universe, Mike was followed by a growing number of beauties—each one willing to leave everything behind to follow him into his world.

[The false necromancer has insufficient soldiers and is being ostracized and hunted. ]

[The real necromancer, countless skeletons, become the overlord of one party. ]

After Wu Heng obtained the double portal, he discovered that the original world was full of zombies.

When a gangster’s plan fails, another plan to survive begins.

Wu Heng chose to become a ‘Necromancer’.

Is it not allowed to summon the undead from another world? In the last days, the entire planet is a source of soldiers.

Can’t survive in the zombie world? Then I will live in another world and learn skills.

From then on, an undead army equipped with modern weapons appeared in the world.

Natural disaster strikes, millions of skeletons.

Immortal Bone Dragon, King of the Undead.

(Double portal + necromancer + magic + fantasy world + undead natural disaster.)

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.

Have you ever thought a monster that has a job of a summoner and a tamer

what should it call itself Monster Summoner? Monster Tamer? but he itself was a monster too

Watch as our mc travels the world as an reincarnated human who turn into a monster