When the Doctor Uses A Hack - Chapter 614: The Curtain Falls (Part 1)

Discord: https://discord.gg/cr2KvAPwEm! NO-HAREM !Having grown up rich, Amon had always spent his time playing video games. One Eroge game in particular, All Routes Lead To Death! sucked 10 years out of his life. But after one encounter, it was the game he had transmigrated into.Even worse, he transmigrated as the Final Villain of the game, destined to die in every route. But with his knowledge of the future and every route, Amon would make sure he survives and reaches the ending.

Lin Qin is reborn back to 1984 on the night she was “caught in bed” by her in-laws. In her previous life, she and the “adulterer” Chen Wenjun were framed, and besides proclaiming their innocence, they knew nothing, eventually being forced to divorce. Her scumbag husband married his mistress and lived a glamorous life, while using her daughter as a servant.In this life, she decides to clear her name. Since they made her life difficult, no one should expect to have an easy time.Unexpectedly, the “adulterer” Chen Wenjun also reincarnated and cooperated with her in perfect harmony, crushing the family that wronged them so that they suffered all kinds of hardships.Then they manage to live their best lives.(Note: The heroine and hero are both in their second marriages with children, starting from scratch and gradually striving for success.)Highlight: The heroine is not a pushover! The heroine is not a pushover! It's just that things start disastrously!

[Warning! +18 Content Below!]Williams Everett had it all—Oxford PhD, six-figure salary, respect from everyone who knew him. Yet the successful orphan-turned-businessman felt nothing but soul-crushing boredom from his predictable corporate life.His only escape? Novels.After leaving a scathing review on a trashy erotic academy novel, he wakes up inside it as William Cross, a no-name extra with a catastrophic problem.[You are Cursed][Catastrophic Allure: All heroines and villainesses will develop obsessive yandere tendencies toward you]The catch? Sleep with them, gain overpowered abilities. Refuse? Well, they might just kill anyone who gets too close to you, or worse.Now this apathetic man must survive Celestial Heights Academy—where only the world's elite gather and weakness means death—while being hunted by dangerously possessive women who can't decide if they want to keep him or eliminate all competition.In an academy that only accepts the best, can a lethargic extra with no talent survive the heroines and villainesses?Or can they survive him?----If you are looking a novel that is highly based on smut then this novel is not for you!The novel main mostly one MC character development with some smut scenes in-between.

“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.