Wizard World Irregular - Chapter 1067: I’m Looking For My Wand. Have You Seen It?

Tan Yue, a public relations person on earth, travels through parallel time and space.

“Tan Yue, let’s get a divorce. I’ve made up my mind, so don’t beg me anymore.”

“OK then.”

If Tan Yue wanted to live a good life, the first thing he did was to get a divorce.

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In this brutal world ruled by the law of the jungle, Ximen Wei is driven by his desire to return home and escape his past regrets and feuds.

As he becomes increasingly obsessed with achieving his goal, he loses his emotions and humanity, resorting to any means necessary, no matter how unscrupulous or immoral.

He becomes a symbol of massacre and death, a demon god feared throughout the Qi World for his willingness to kill anyone who stands in his way or possesses something he needs.

Follow Ximen Wei's journey as he rises to power, terrorizing those around him in his quest to become a powerful demon god.

As the eldest daughter of Marquis Xuanping Mansion, Xie Wanqing grew up under the care of her parents and elder brother.Since childhood, a marriage was arranged for her with the Princely Heir of the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion.The two were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match celebrated by everyone.Everyone praised her for her blessed life, born into fortune without ever having to endure a hint of hardship.She thought so too.Until she had a dream, in which her fiancé brought back a mistress.That mistress was of maidservant origin but possessed a stunningly beautiful appearance.He cherished that mistress like a treasure, even at the risk of going against his mother’s wishes.He wanted to break off the engagement and marry the mistress, and it was only due to his mother's threat of her own life that he was forced to marry her.They shared tenderness and affection, giving birth to a firstborn, while she was merely a decoration with no power or favor, placed in the backyard and subjected to humiliation.Later, she awoke from the dream…

“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.