Tribulation of Myriad Races - Chapter 811: Vote Shenanigans (2)

Nine disasters are coming, demons are rampant, and human beings are in danger.

Suddenly a new app called “Mini-Games” was added to Lu Fan’s phone.

Every time he passes the game, he gains a new ability.

In a world where disasters become everyday, he decided not to go out with a top suit.

- Description from Qidian

Jiang Xiaomi transmigrated as a baby into another world and found herself in a small valley. Here, her parents and all her older siblings adore her. Even her younger brother was very obedient. Although they were somewhat poor, and life was difficult, Xiaomi wasn't afraid. She had a pocket dimension that gave her everything she wanted in the world! Her space was full of spiritual energy, so she grew spiritual plants and spiritual herbs and also raised spiritual beasts there. Every day, she bathed in a spiritual fountain. Besides that, the spiritual energy in the air that leaked out helped the entire Fuan Village by ensuring the crops were large and fresh! For these very reasons, Jiang Xiaomi became the lucky star in Fuan Village. She later used her clairvoyance ability to create ammunition and large ships. Then, someone wanted her to stay in the capital city and become a government official's wife. Jiang Xiaomi waved her hand. This world is vast. I still want to see what's out there!

«Abbot Xinzi, by decree of the Celestial Grandmaster, hunt down the protagonists, snatch their women and destroy their destiny!»

In a world where demons walk among men and mystical beasts run amok, Xinzi, outer disciple of the White Immortal sect, must compete against his peerless senior brother to become the Sword Fairy’s dual cultivation partner. Failure isn’t an option.

But when the truth of his mysterious past resurfaces, and his identity clashes with the succeeding protagonists, will our monk hold on to the last embers of his humanity or sink…into utter depravity?

Follow Xinzi as he subdues the succeeding protagonists, corrupts their beauties, and bestows green hats on the path to attain Sainthood and establish a Paradise of Faith in Debauchery.

“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.