MTL - My Star Teacher - Chapter 706 [Bad soldiers without war]

After waking up in the world of ancient Greek mythology, I became a stunningly beautiful young shepherd boy named Eros.Life was carefree, there was always enough to eat and wear, but it was, well... painfully lonely.Until one day, I met her by the river.A girl whose beauty and personality both struck straight into my heart like lightning.We fell in love instantly, sparks flying between us.Then came the twist.After one steamy encounter, the sky suddenly darkened.A majestic figure appeared before me, none other than the Queen of the Gods, Hera herself.“Who are you?” I asked in shock.But the girl in my arms answered before I could finish.“She is Queen Hera,” she said with a mysterious smile.I was stunned. My mind raced.“Then who are you?” I asked nervously.“Are you Hebe, the Goddess of Youth? Or some other goddess?”She shook her head.“No,” she said softly. Her lips curved into a teasing grin.“I’m Zeus, the King of the Gods. So... wanna be my (XXXX)?”***This is a translation all credits to the author***Book cover not mineNote:Some readers might feel that “genderbending” contradicts the mythological setting, so here’s my explanation:First of all, Zeus has always been fluid in gender representation as were many of the early Greek deities.Also, the protagonist’s name isn’t random.Eros, the original primordial god of love symbolized the raw force of love and desire that brought life into being. Before Eros existed, the gods reproduced asexually, without love or union.So in this story, we’re following a timeline where Eros was never born, and Gaia modeled Uranus on herself instead.This is that alternate world.

[Ding!][Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.~~~~Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel.But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain.To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son.Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel.And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye.[Ding!][System Activated!]Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline.Activating [Villain System]…Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal:[Ding!][Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel.Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist.Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

You, an ordinary human, transmigrated into this world along with a City-Destroying Calamity—Blood Moon.Just when you thought you could rise to the top of the world by awakening a system, you received the following mission:[Do not harm any living being for 10 years][Reward: Unknown God-Tier Reward]...Ten years later, during the Awakening Ceremony—“Hahaha! This loser actually awakened an F-rank talent—Furniture Craftsman!”“Looks like our academy's carpentry workshop finally has someone to carry on the legacy!”[Ding! Congratulations, host. Mission complete. God-tier reward unlocked.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinity Skill Points. You can instantly upgrade all skills to their MAX level.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Plunder. You can plunder any unowned skill traits.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Fusion. You can fuse all your existing skills and randomly generate new effects!]...Years later—A lean, handsome figure sat atop the frozen skies.Pointing your sword toward the heavens, you declared:“The fate of mankind shall be decided today.”And standing against you—was the very Sun, the celestial being humanity had worshipped for tens of thousands of years.Faintly, a string of symbols floated upon its blazing surface:HP: 999999999999999999

“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.