Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator (WN) - Chapter 506 - Snitch (1)

Nine soul pets, nine fetters.

A hall of robbery souls, a bizarre adventure.

I looked down at them and they called me by my name.

I look up to the sky and write my legend.

“My name is Xia Lin, and I am the Lord of the Soul of Myriad Tribulations!”

- Description from novelbuddy

You, an ordinary human, transmigrated into this world along with a City-Destroying Calamity—Blood Moon.Just when you thought you could rise to the top of the world by awakening a system, you received the following mission:[Do not harm any living being for 10 years][Reward: Unknown God-Tier Reward]...Ten years later, during the Awakening Ceremony—“Hahaha! This loser actually awakened an F-rank talent—Furniture Craftsman!”“Looks like our academy's carpentry workshop finally has someone to carry on the legacy!”[Ding! Congratulations, host. Mission complete. God-tier reward unlocked.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinity Skill Points. You can instantly upgrade all skills to their MAX level.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Plunder. You can plunder any unowned skill traits.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Fusion. You can fuse all your existing skills and randomly generate new effects!]...Years later—A lean, handsome figure sat atop the frozen skies.Pointing your sword toward the heavens, you declared:“The fate of mankind shall be decided today.”And standing against you—was the very Sun, the celestial being humanity had worshipped for tens of thousands of years.Faintly, a string of symbols floated upon its blazing surface:HP: 999999999999999999

A fluffy, sweet modern GL story about a mature older women and a cute university student.

“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.