Lucky Spin: Godly Programming - Chapter 22: Big amount of Money

The Barren Continent, where martial arts are supreme, and strength is honored above all.The once-in-an-era prodigy, Ye Chen, came forth with the ancient and unparalleled divine technique. He cultivated his martial veins, survived the thunder tribulation, merged with the spirit blood of true beings, and shook the six harmonies and the eight desolations with his martial prowess. He roamed the myriad realms and heavens, fighting across the world with the secret realm of billions of stars that were eternal and undying!An endless trove of treasures, worlds of bizarre wonders, sects, ancient clans, fairies, witches, friendships and enmities, and heated battles—all of it was contained therein.

Ye Zhen, a female Ph.D. in the Department of Mathematics of Huada University, changed her career to enter the entertainment industry in order to investigate the death of her birth father, Film Emperor Ye Yi. During her interview, she accidentally made CEO Rong Cheng Jue lose face in public. Yet Rong Cheng Jue, unlike what was to be expected, didn’t take old grudges into account and let Ye Zhen join his company. When everyone thought Ye Zhen would become Rong Cheng Jue’s personal secretary, she actually joined the entertainment department. After several twists and turns, Ye Zhen became an errand reporter for Rongcheng Entertainment’s “Treasures of Great Tang”.

Her colleagues’ bullying towards her, the pressure of changing career, and the many obstacles in her investigation all left her confused. Under Rong Cheng Jue’s silent guardianship, she didn’t forget her original purpose, overcame every obstacle, and eventually became an ace producer.

Ye Zhen and Rong Cheng Jue shared a common belief : no matter how bleak the hope is, how thorny and dark is the road ahead, they had only one thought in their hearts: to uncover the truth, and therefore bring peace to the soul of the Film Emperor Ye Yi.

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“I'll bite you. Right here,” he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening.“I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him.” He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs.“Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?”- A 7 year old once said*****Hiroshi Watanabe and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake.But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up—not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures.He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart—renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations.Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming.In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society.But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power.While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will.The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him—not by blood, nor by fate.--------BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers.MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society.Psycho MC✅Stubborn ✅No harem✅One FL ✅

“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.