MTL - King of Gods - Chapter 389 Purple Holy Relics (below)

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.

Daisy Zane was the illegitimate daughter of the Miles family?

She grew up in the countryside and never went to school?

The Miles family even publicly declared that they would never acknowledge her?

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When Daisy Zane's true identity was exposed, the Miles family immediately prepared a banquet to welcome her back into the family.

But Daisy Zane directly refused, saying, “Are you even worthy, Miles family?”

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Surprisingly, the third young master of the Imperial Capital fell in love with a wild girl who had never received an education. It was said that he doted on her, and she was the most precious thing to him.

While the whole Imperial Capital was shocked, Lord Clark proudly said, “My wife is extraordinary.”

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Kevin Clark never believed in love at first sight until he met Daisy Zane...

In the north, there was a beauty who captivated the country and the city with her devastating beauty...

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Daisy Zane loved wearing dresses, and later on... all of Kevin Clark's shirt buttons matched the colors of her dresses.

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This is a tale that distorts the scenario of an otome game.An orphan girl named Alicia is attacked by a woman trying to steal her body to become the “heroine”. From the fragmentary knowledge she acquires, Alicia learns that this world is the stage of an “otome game” in a “world of sword and magic”.Having learned the truth from the knowledge she obtained, the immature Alicia dismisses the otome game as “nonsense” and runs away from the orphanage to escape the fate of the “heroine”.A villainess aims to take her life. A fake heroine appears. Alicia trains herself using the fragmentary knowledge she has gained in order to survive, growing into the “Strongest Assassin” that is feared by both the Thieves’ Guild and the Assassins’ Guild.

“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.