I am chasing a rough man in the 80s - Chapter 916 You Better Not Listen

“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.

[No CP • Group Favorite • Cute Kid • Hidden Identities • Live-Show Variety • System • Ancient Martial Arts • Thrilling Fun]Gu Miaomiao was born with an ancient martial arts system but got caught in a time-space vortex that sent her back to ancient times, where she trained to become a little female warrior. At four and a half, she returned to the modern world and started her journey to find her family.When netizens learned that a top star was bringing his sister to a live parenting variety show, they all thought his image would crash and felt sorry for the kid.Scene 1: Top Star in Bed, Kid Tugs BlanketNetizens: “Game over. He’s always cranky when he wakes up. He’s gonna blow!”Kid: “Second bro, I’m hungry. Can you cook for me?”Top Star: “Coming right up.”Netizens: “This isn’t the star we know!”Scene 2: Top Star Grabs for Ingredients, Falls in WaterNetizens: “This is the star’s darkest moment ever! Screenshot now!”Kid: “Don’t worry, bro! I’m coming to save you!” With a simple water-skimming move, the kid carries the star to safety, still holding the basket of ingredients.Netizens: “Screenshot! This is Miaomiao’s highlight moment! She’s the real boss!”Scene 3: Kids Collecting Ingredients in VillageNetizens: “The star will definitely tell Miaomiao to grab more and show off.”In reality, the star was quietly following Miaomiao, worried she’d get bullied.Netizens: “So that’s who you really are, Star!”

[By the Author that brought you “Martial God Regressed to Level 2” & “The Swordmaster Who Returned After 1,000 Years”]A year has passed since the world turned into one ruled by hunters, and suddenly, I awakened.But that’s not all.I possess an extra status window that even includes a built-in strategy guide.

Seojin transmigrated into the novel named ‘777: The Crowned Sovereign’ as Seven, a side character.Here, he was the seventh child of the seventh archduke of the seventh kingdom of the seventh continent.On Earth, he was raised by his seventh stepfather and the child of the seventh ex-wife of the seventh mayor. He even had his seventh maid quit the job.He was also the seventh reader of the novel he transmigrated into.[Welcome, Seventh Reader! Your loyalty has been awarded.]With this many sevens, will he curse it as an unlucky number or… praise it seventy seven times?…Note: The author is a complete newbie and this is the seventh draft. Please don't expect this as such a grand story.Thanks. Merci. Danke. Bedankt. Terima kasih. Gracias. Salamat.Congrats! You just learned how to say ‘thanks’ in seven languages! ;P