I am Villain Cultivator - Chapter 4: Lauren the betrayal

When you were six years old, after watching a martial arts movie, you put your hands into the rice pile and imagined that you were practicing iron sand palm.

When you were seven years old, you were the first to greet a stranger in the new semester, and you felt that you were the diplomatic spokesperson for your class.

When you were eight, you could tell it was your parents coming home just by hearing footsteps, so you thought you had a good ear…

……

What will happen when the fantasy of secondary school when you were young becomes reality?

Ji Ruo stretched his hands into the rice pile—

[Congratulations to the host child for unlocking the achievement of Martial Dao: Iron Palm Mi Nei Shen! 】

[Acquired Martial Skill: Iron Sand Palm (first glimpse of the door)]

[The skill level can be repeatedly obtained by activating the proficiency. Heaven rewards diligence, host children, come on~]

Ji Ruo’s mouth twitched, he felt that his achievement system was not normal.

After thinking about it, Ji Ruo picked up a small wooden stick and walked to the rice field not far away…

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- Description from novelbuddy

Humbra bleeds, devastated by an unrelenting race for survival against the Leirions—powerful monsters intoxicated by their bloodlust. Amidst this chaos, a young orphan, haunted by his brutal past, discovers he is the catalyst to a greater future—a future far darker than he could ever imagine.This is Leonard, a boy whose destiny entwines with ancient secrets, betrayals beyond reckoning, and a world-shattering rage.Humanity already struggles on the edge of the abyss. The light of hope has long been extinguished, ushering in the darkness and heralding echoes of lament... But from this despair, a new hope flickers: the Neumonds, wielders of powers that transcend life and death. Are they saviors... or harbingers of a final, devastating curse?Will Leonard save them all... or will his desire for vengeance end in a valiant death?

“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.

I spent my life playing a game.
I hit the wall, stuck in second place for the rest of my life.

Out of the blue, I received a message and was possessed by the game.
As the worthless son of an Underworld Boss!

“Yes, bloodline is also a power, as long as you can use it. My ability is ‘Famiglia’.”

The game addict never disappears. Overwhelming violence, endless wealth, connections in the other world. I, I’ll use anything to stay alive!