The Favored Son of Heaven - Chapter 158 - Satan Sets out on a Super All Round Slaughter

Yan Hua loses her memory in an accident. Later, she is pregnant with someone else’s child. After kicked out of her husband’s house, Yan Hua is about to perform the story of an inspiring mother raising her child. Unexpectedly, the baby is regarded as a real treasure and, thus a bunch of people are rushing to acknowledge as the baby’s relatives. Therefore, Yan Hua is drawn into the whirlpool of disputes inside a noble family with ambitious aunt and unproved mysterious brother-in-law… Who is the father of her child? Who is she? Facing all these issues, what is her choice?

[You have successfully devoured your target.][Your strength has increased by 250.][Your speed has increased by 200.][Your defense has increased by 300.] [You have acquired the Golden Immortal Bloodline.][You have acquired the Chaos Beast Physique.][Your cultivation has increased.][You have accumulated Madness.]The Era of Chaos is upon the Cosmos once more leading to various kinds of Chaotic Rifts spawning randomly.Meanwhile, a 26-year-old actor on Earth, Pascal Margrave, transmigrates into the body of Caelum Goldheart. Upon transmigration, he becomes the host of the World Devouring System - a system that allows Caelum to quickly become stronger by absorbing the power of anyone he kills.However, things are not so simple. Caelum quickly realizes that while he is the [Host] of the World Devouring System, he is not its true [Master]. Failing to complete the system's milestones within the designated time will lead to his soul being tortured in the Netherworld for all Eternity.Join Caelum on his journey as he attempts to take control of his own fate, uncovers the hidden plots around his transmigration and becomes the dominant power of the Cosmos.

He’s in the deepest part of Jianghu.

Keep your eyes wide open.

If you do not wish to get dragged into the abyss.

“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.