I Become a Landlady in the Game World - Chapter 318 - 189: One by One, They’re All Fat Sheep

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️This story is targeted towards young adults and it contains Mature Content such as:- Vulgar Language- Graphic Depictions of Violence and Gore- Graphic Depictions of Sex and Nudity- Potentially Offensive Religious ThemesYou must be at least 18 years or older in order to read this story, and by reading it, you do so at your own risk. Reader's discretion is advised.

Im-sol is an ordinary student who is about to graduate from college.

Hiding the fact that she is a fan of Ryu Seon-jae, the fifth member of the Idol group ‘Potato Pancakes’,

Right now, she is doing cosplay in public.

-BREAKING NEWS- Ryu Seon-jae, a member of the Idol group, ‘Potato Pancakes’, is dead!

Then one day, because of an accident, Ryu Seon-jae died and Im-Sol, who was in sorrow, accidentally picked up a pocket watch and made a time leap to the past, six years ago.….

Gray pants, white shirt, beige knit vest.

No matter how much she blinked and squinted at him, he was standing alive, right before her.

“Seon-jae, that’s Seon-jae. Ah, it’s him. He’s real.”

Ryu Seon-jae, a high school student who she only saw in the picture, was right in front of her eyes.

This may be an opportunity.

An opportunity to prevent Ryu Seon-jae from joining Potato Pancakes and becoming its 5th ‘unlucky’ member.

An opportunity to save Ryu Seon-jae, who died at the age of 23 with no luck because he took a wrong cold medicine.

Eighteen to live again, with only one goal.

It is to save Ryu Seon-jae!

To save the best in the past,

Im-sol’s struggling ordeal, ‘The Best of Tomorrow.’

Follow Chen Ming as he accepts disciples, establishes a sect, and fights his way in a world that deems him a cannon fodder.
He goes against any common sense using his wits and novel knowhow to finish missions and arm himself against his cruel fate.

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.