My Ceo Husband is Sworn Enemy - Chapter 411 - : Identifying Whether He Is Gu Yuanzhou

A soul was employed by a higher being to help him manage his world. How will our protagonist live her life to the fullest while also fulfilling her new duties?I don't own Naruto. I adjusted the story to my liking. English is not my main language so don't bother about grammar mistakes too much.

[Ding........ ][System Binding.......][10%..........][20%..........][40%..........][60%..........][80%..........][100%........][ Congratulations, Host! The Strongest Family System has been bound! ]----------------------------“Huh? I’ve transmigrated…” Arthur muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he surveyed his bewildering new surroundings. Confusion washed over him like a tidal wave.-----------------------------Arthur was just an ordinary corporate worker, an overworked cog in the relentless machine of corporate life.After seven grueling days of nonstop overtime, his body finally gave out, collapsing right before his computer screen at home.He thought that was it; he thought he was dead. But little did he know, fate had something extraordinary in store for him.Instead of fading into oblivion, Arthur found himself thrust into a vast and unfamiliar world, one ten times larger than Earth itself!To his astonishment, he had become the head of the Osborn family, a once-mighty lineage now teetering on the brink of destruction.Bound by the standard configuration for all transmigrators: The System which is the [Strongest Family System ], Arthur faced an epic challenge: to transform the faltering Osborn family into the most powerful dynasty in existence.Join Arthur on this thrilling adventure as he navigates treacherous waters filled with intrigue, power, influence and danger.Can he lead a declining family back to glory and secure their place at the top?

I saved the Warrior who used to ignore and bully me and now she is obsessed with me.

“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.