Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX) - Chapter 303: Heavenly Court Creed

A story of Gin, a young man who lost his memories before the age of 17 and became a magician. Living a quiet life running a cafe while researching magic, he is suddenly thrust into an unknown world. Moving between Earth and a realm filled with danger and secrets, Gin must rely on his knowledge, skills, and magical prowess to navigate the perils that arise. Ruthless and determined, he will stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind his lost memories and the mysteries of the world, using every tool at his disposal to rise above all

This novel is also known as Retrograde Gaming

Due to not being able to buy a game helmet, diabolical Li Huailin made a determined effort and made his own game capsule entering into the new online game 《Heart of Glory》. But he didn’t think that he actually got his game character stuck as a bug.

Other people get experience from fighting monsters, he loses experience from fighting monster; Other people get experience and money from doing quests, not only does he lose experience from doing quests, he even loses money.

Right when he thought that he couldn’t play this game anymore, his character died once and his experience suddenly skyrocketed. And thus he was enlightened…

If you don’t seek death then you won’t die, to level up Li Hailin started his life of desperately seeking death.

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“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.