Tempting Fate - Chapter 10

Born without a mana circle into one of the most powerful family of hunters in the country, Luthra was the ultimate failure. Deemed trash and disowned, he was cast out with nothing but the clothes on his back and a cold, self-hating resolve.For five years, he trained his body to its breaking point, only to discover his weakness was a lie. His power wasn't absent—it was a paradox. A 'Negative' mana circle so volatile it had to be sealed by a god at his birth, lest it annihilate his very soul.Now, the seal is cracking. To prevent catastrophe and seize his own destiny, Luthra is given a key: The Negative Leveling System. In this world, power means leveling up. For Luthra, true strength is found by leveling down.Armed with a simple industrial chain and an unshakable pragmatism, he begins his hunt. Every monster core he absorbs pushes him deeper into negative levels, unlocking twisted skills and an incomprehensible strength the world has never seen.They called him a zero. But in a system where Level -10 is stronger than Level 1, Luthra is about to show them what true power looks like from the bottom.

Living life in this new world was already hard enough....So why?Why is the villainess of this world obsessed with me?

The story of a trash prince who was banished from the palace at the age of 15 and died at the age of 31. He repeats his life exactly where he was banished and is killed again at the age of 31. Ultimately, his total number of repeats reaches nine times. He has tried various things, from being a merchant and an S-rank adventurer to helping reform his kingdom.Ironically, he is always killed by the same imperial queen all nine times at the age of 31, either directly or indirectly. In his tenth life, he intends to go directly to the queen, who was still studying at the academy as an imperial princess, not to kill her, but rather to help her and prevent a tragedy that would ultimately make her the cruelest queen.But when he enters the academy, he discovers new things he never knew in his nine lives, completely throwing his plans into disarray. Furthermore, the queen, nicknamed the “Cold Queen,” holds more or less the same secret as himself. How will the trash prince fare in his tenth life with the Ice Queen who always kills him?

“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.