Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 121: A New Summon (2)

This is the story of a Gong who was reborn to the time before he lost his shou, where he started to tease his shou crazily… This story will be written from the shou’s POV.

The F1’s God of racing, Winston, lost his one and only important rival, Hunter. No matter how many skillful opponents appeared before him one after another, he still remained as the solitary ruler.

But one day, when Winston woke up, he found himself back to the time Hunter was only 18-years-old.

Winston, “Are you willing to rule over the Kingdom of speed with me and be my only King?

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Duke Jiu Qiansui, Du Gu Wu, was forced to marry the rejected woman Feng Bailin due to illness, causing an uproar in the court.The princes came to “congratulate”: Although Feng Bailin is ugly, incompetent, and from a declining family, she does not fear his reputation of being a wife-killer and impotent, and even conveniently lets him be a cheap father. Worthy of congratulations.Du Gu Wu, thinking of the talentless, unattractive, and unvirtuous woman, coldly said: After one year, I will divorce.One year later, Du Gu Wu booked the largest restaurant in the world, invited friends to prepare for the divorce.Unexpectedly, the restaurant owner directly offered three days for free, saying it was to celebrate the divorce. When the first beauty who was mingling with heroes from all roads burped, she said: “You think I'm after his body, I just crave his imperial fortune.”After Duke Jiu Qiansui was divorced,In the first month, a plague swept the whole city, and the medical deity appeared, it was actually Feng Bailin.In the second month, famine was everywhere in the country, the richest man provided disaster relief, once again it was Feng Bailin.In the third month, an alliance of nine dynasties besieged the city, and ten thousand beasts defended it, it was still Feng Bailin.In a certain month, Duke Jiu Qiansui traveled across the nine provinces and eight wildernesses to pursue his wife: Ancestor, please let me marry in.The two cute children said in unison: Father King, you have to wait in line!

“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.

One day, a button appeared in front of me.

– Auto hunting by pressing a button.