I Can Read People's Comments - Chapter 272: Entering the Blood Forest

Disclaimer:The characters, settings, locations, and images used in this fanfic are the property of their respective creators and/or copyright holders.This fanfic is a non-profit work, created solely for entertainment purposes, with no intention of infringing any copyright.—Synopsis:Aiden was killed by a woman who stabbed him for unknown reasons.Upon losing his life, he encountered a mysterious cosmic entity that offered him a deal:Protect a world from invaders for 100 years, and in return, receive a second chance at life.Without hesitation, Aiden accepted the agreement.For a century, he fought bravely to defend that world.Finally, after fulfilling his part of the deal, he left that place behind and moved on to a new destiny, now with the incredible gifts he had acquired over all that time.—Main World:High School DxD and some slice-of-life anime.Other Worlds:- Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni—Tags:#Date A Live#High School DxD#Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni#Neutral-Good Protagonist#Faction Creation#Sacred Gear Creation#Harem#No Yuri#No Netorare / NTR#Parallel World

From the outcast of the imperial family to the emperor, Wei Chongrong’s path to the throne took thirty years.

In his previous life, everyone thought that he shouldn’t exist.

Only his youngest uncle was good to him, so he went through fire and water for him.

But what he ended up waiting for was the poisoned wine poured for him by the youngest uncle’s own hands.

Starting over, Wei Chongrong, who is familiar with the future, finds that the road ahead is still bumpy.

The battle that is bound to be lost is about to happen, and the scourge of witchcraft is close at hand.

What can he do to save the Eastern Palace and the imperial family, and to save Jun Hua, to whom he is indebted for a lifetime?

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In the Year 350 of the Anping Dynasty, humans were faced with a huge crisis. Earth was invaded by monsters from another dimension. Fortunately, Su Yu awoke a power where he possessed a scripture that allowed him to contain everything in existence. With that power, he was able to face the coming apocalypse.

“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.