MTL - Immortality Cultivation Era - Chapter 1648 Did not shit

Two years ago, the famous teenage e-sports genius, Daylight, accused an opponent of cheating in a competitive game and eventually disappeared from e-sports.

Two years later, the small streamer (ShadowBlade) dominates in an Overwatch match and runs into the super famous streamer, (KangMing).

Kang Ming: Can you shoot me again?!

– YOU WERE ELIMINATED BY SHADOWBLADE –

Kang Ming: Oh.

Then ShadowBlade finally realized: if I want to die, I must do it myself.

- Description from Novelupdates

A human warrior cultivating the Ancient Strengthening Technique has transcended dimensions and arrived on Kyushu. Together with twelve ravishing beauties with looks that were unmatched in their generation, will he be able to stand on the summit of this world?

[Warning : Mature content R-18]*Premium quality lemons*Excellent waifu with genuine and diverse characters.*Milfs in equal abundance.*Harem members all equally important to the story!*****************************In a world ravaged by the XY Plague, a relentless genetic virus targeting the Y chromosome and crippling male fertility, Zafron, an 18-year-old orphan, faces a grim fate. Sold by his manipulative stepmother to a powerful noblewoman known for her wealth and influence, Zafron's life takes a sudden and dangerous turn.Lady Matilda, determined to secure a future for her noble house amidst the dwindling male population, discovers an astonishing truth about Zafron through rigorous genetic testing that changes everything.Disposed and discarded to his own means, Zaphron falls into a fatal encounter. Now at the point of death, pitied by a diety, Zafron is granted a system but not just any system. Zaphron is gifted the Eros vitality system!Now with his system, he emerges as the most genetically potent male known to exist in his world. But of course, this comes with a price.—Zafron now becomes a target not only for ambitious and desperate noble mistresses but also for men desperate to restore their own fertility, he must navigate a perilous path where trust is scarce and danger lurks at every turn.-------------------[Lady Seraphina, prime minister of Talkyo wants your seed][Princess Cordelia von Aldenberg would like a night with you][The prime minister of Winchester, her excellency is offering her daughter to you].....“I never asked for this burden, but I will carry it. My potency is not just a gift—it's a responsibility to safeguard the future of our kind. So to all the women that I love, believe me when I say that my precious seed will be yours if you give me one thing...”

“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.