My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage - Chapter 45 - There is a Normal Heartbeat Now

“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”

#Harem #R18 #Action #Milf #Dark #Elf #Modernfantasy #Urban #Mystery #Overpowered MC #Evil MC #ConqueorWhen the ancient myths of the past are unearthed, the world trembles as forgotten powers reawaken, shaking the very foundations of existence.The Graveyard of Gods is revealed, a forgetten realm where the remnants of deities long forgotten reside, their secrets waiting to be uncovered by adventures brave enough to delve into its depths.The mystery of the 8th Continent surfaces, a land rumored to exist beyond the known maps, shrouded in myth and legend, holding within its borders untold treasures and dangers alike.Self-proclaimed gods emerge, individuals wielding incredible abilities who proclaim themselves divine guardians, challenging the established order and igniting conflicts that threaten to engulf the world in chaos.The myth of hell and heaven becomes tangible as the boundaries between realms blur, and the forces of good and evil clash in a cosmic struggle for dominance.Amidst this turmoil, the whole earth becomes a battleground as beings from the hells rise, intent on unleashing their wrath upon humanity, plunging the world into an inferno of destruction and despair.Caught in the maelstrom of chaos, the 'poor' Wang Xiao finds his life turned upside down as he becomes embroiled in a case of mistaken identity, falsely believed to be the mysterious 8th Prince, a figure of immense power whose name is forbidden to be called out loud. He is the one who must not be named, the one who strikes fear into the hearts of mortals and gods alike.Accidentally entangled in a series of events beyond his control, Wang Xiao finds himself bound by the ties of marriage to seven living goddesses, each possessing their own unique powers and secrets, thrusting him into a world of divine and devil!To add to the chaos, the psychotic guardian of the Atlantic continent, becomes a bumbling mess in their attempts to woo Wang Xiao, resorting to increasingly ridiculous stunts that only serve to destroy countries overnight!Meanwhile, the Princess of the Desert Kingdom, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, offers her entire country as a dowry in a hilariously misguided attempt to win Wang Xiao's affection!And as if things couldn't get any more absurd, an ancient goddess is reduced to the role of a maid, her once fearsome powers now relegated to menial tasks like dusting and cooking!As the sun rises on another day in Wang Xiao's chaotic life, he is greeted by not one, but two queens throwing themselves into his arms!Wang Xiao's life undergoes a profound transformation when he uncovers a truth that shakes the very foundation of his existence: he possesses a deviant nature unlike any other. In order to assert control over his own destiny, he embarks on a solemn journey to acquire power, navigating a series of challenges and trials with unwavering determination!---------------#NoYuri #NoNTR

In a fantasy world where everything depends on level, only ostracization and pain awaits a man that is unable to level, even if he was of noble birth.

But what happens he discovers an alternative source of experience…

“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.