Otherworldly Evil Monarch - Chapter 124: The Formidable Practice of Habit

“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.

From childhood, Sonny Crow had known he was different from everyone else. He also understood, in a quiet, unsettling way, the path his life was heading down. As a result, everything around him felt mediocre, empty, and without meaning.However, who could have guessed that a single, fateful ride on a bus would completely change the way he saw the world?

[Welcome to the Type-Moon System!We offer our most sincere blessings to you, our user.As a beginner, you’ll receive our initial care—a single free draw with a guaranteed five-star.Additionally, you'll enjoy a beginner’s privilege: a guaranteed strategy draw (up to three stars) until your beginner phase ends.Moreover, if you decide to become a player now, you'll receive a pocket dimension for storing your items.You'll also be granted special transmigration privileges, letting you experience what it's like to be the protagonist.So, what do you say? Are you interested in joining?]The boy sitting in front of the computer made up his mind and pressed the “Confirm” button.At that moment, his consciousness froze, and a black hole appeared before him, swallowing him whole.In the dimly lit room, the computer screen still glowed, displaying an unsettling line of text, as if it had snared its next victim.[Welcome to join us.]

When I came to, I woke up as fully loaded with death flags Villainess.

I finally got reborn with a healthy body, so I will live in happiness!

First, I’m thinking of improving my relationship with the family to systematically crush the death flags.

Called the Saint of Meat, Shrine Maiden, Savior, and even Goddess, her titles keep pointlessly increasing!