The Journey of Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 204 - 133 Escape_2

If I calm down, the whole world will bow down! !

Every fighter is his tool to make money. The Lord of War is what people call him.

But he prefers to be called a businessman, a standard-bearer who leads special business to the top!

“The most meaningful thing I have done in my life is to depose Locke Martin!” – “World People Weekly”.

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In the original world, Sasuke had a tragic life experience, his entire clan was wiped out, he was deceived by Itachi, brainwashed by Obito, and played with by applause, and everything was clearly arranged!On the spur of the moment, you will get a severe beating! In the end, he cut off his hand, carried everything on his back, and left Konoha alone. The Uchiha clan fell...After Getting Transmigrated As Uchiha Sasuke, Yah Let's Definitely Try To Avoid All Of This Shit....

“I should've at least experienced sex once”Plummeting towards the ground with all his limbs severed, Eren thought, regretting never having experienced the pleasure of the flesh.His life flashed before him at his final movements, remembering him the hardships that he had experienced until now.The movement when he witnessed the ashes left behind by the raging flames that set his homeland ablaze, the movement when his hand was slashed off, the time when he helplessly watched his master sacrificing herself, Eren couldn't help but remember all the sufferings that he had gone through in a world that deemed him unfit for greatness.But despite the constant discouragement from those around him, Eren refused to give up and had desperately held onto his life, mastering the skills needed for his survival.However, fate had other plans for him.'The weak don't have the right to choose how they die,' Eren remembered the words of a dear friend as he felt helpless in his last movements.But refusing to give in to the plans of fate, he swallowed an artifact knowing nothing about it as he fell towards the depth of the cliff.A fitting end for a Ruined Noble!That's what Eren thought as he fell to his death, but something inside him moved.[ Searching for powers..… ]– Abyssal greed –– Power and tenacity ––Talentless persistence –And Eren….Before he could realize what happened, he was in the body of his younger self.With the Pendragon family still standing and his loved ones alive, he couldn't help but feel like this was his chance to finally challenge fate and rewrite his story.Follow Eren in this tale of regret, redemption and rebirth.

“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.