Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 951: Engine Sale to Europe & Agni’s Coronation

【Survival + Wasteland Reclamation】

Welcome to Survival World!

Here, forget everything you once had and try to live!

In the beginning, there is no tool other than a tree house seed, but you need to find hope in this dangerous jungle.

[Unlocking the creator permission of Survival World…]

what’s the situation? !

[Creator permission unlock failed…]

What is the situation? ? ?

- Description from novelbuddy

In the wealthy circle of the third district of the Federal Empire, everyone knows that Su Wan, the daughter of the Su family, has loved Huo Yichang for many years.

The two families are rightly matched, and they were childhood sweethearts, but they got married today, but the groom ran away!

Everyone was sympathetic or waiting to see the joke, but the bride Su Wan was very excited!

As long as this wedding is completed, she will not have to be forced to marry, and she will have an explanation to her grandfather.

As for the groom gone? Then change it!

Then Su Wan bumped into a man at the corner of the corridor.

The man was extremely handsome, with fluffy ears, a big fluffy tail, and a pair of big wet eyes, looking at Su Wan expectantly.

Su Wan immediately decided that it was him!

Pull people and run away, the mastermind registers for marriage, and goes through the wedding cutscene, all in one go!

When Su Wan thought that the bridal chamber could be skipped, it happened that this person exploded.

When she woke up, she found that the person she was crying and hugging her dear last night was actually the first commander of the empire?

Su Wan: Run away, run away!

But one month later, at the opening ceremony of the Imperial University, Su Wan looked at the specially invited Commander, who was specially invited on the podium, wearing a dark blue special military uniform, with an ascetic and cold face, and suddenly fell silent.

Gu Jue: I heard that someone took advantage of my distress and dragged me into marriage, and even comforted me?

Su Wan: I haven’t heard of it, it might be a rumor!

A smaller version of ‘Gu Jue’ jumped out next to him: Ma Ma, haven’t you heard of it?

Su Wan: …

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“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.

Regressor, Reincarnator, Possessor, Traveler, or Predestined. I will hunt down the protagonists that exist in the countless worlds and absorb their abilities.

Here lies the protagonist.

The continent’s hope.
The hero who will save the world.
The hero who currently has a hole through his chest!

With the Spirit of Earth, freed the Dwarfs and gained their trust.
Purified the contaminated Forest of Spirits and became the Fairies’ benefactor.
Resealed the Ancient Stone statues found in one of the ruins.
Exterminated the giant sea serpent that emerged from the sea.
Defeated the 47th Demon Lord of the underworld…

“Aside from assaults and murders there were other death related incidents as well as vandalism, arson, and etc…”

“S-spare me…”

Psh!

This was the protagonist.
But now he has died by my hands.