MTL - Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! - Chapter 251 It is not ghosts that are scary, but the hearts of these people

“Shit... Why did it have to be this?”I thought I had time.Time to explore this brutal, unforgiving world.Time to understand the soulsborne death game novel Echoes of Agony.But no. Fate had other plans.I woke up to a realm of madness... a cursed world where death is just another beginning.And worst of all, I woke up as an Extra that died right in the first chapter.The rules are stacked against me. The world is out to crush me.Everywhere hides an enemy, every step could be my last.How can I change it?How do I survive This Forsaken World...In a world where only one rule reign supreme“ Evolve.. ”Or you're nothing good but Dead....

The world of pokemon is synonymous with young boys and girls going on a journey and facing many challenges.

This story is not like that. This story is about a SI coming into one of the most prominent companions of the pokemon world. Unlike other stories, Brock is already established and has gone on his journey. He's faced challenges and returned home to be other people's challenges. Which, there's a lot more to than most people realise.

Explore an alternate pokemon universe with an expanded cast and more mature ideals through the eyes of Brock, Gym Leader to Pewter City Gym, and family man.

“Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows.” “New monthly rule ’Active Talent’ added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day...” When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. “Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top.”

“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.