My System Is Three Thousand Years Early - Chapter 849 - 262 Is He Resisting? (Please Subscribe)_2

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war.Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen.Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement.This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

“Teacher, you know me. I’m usually a good student, with nearly 100% attendance, and I’m also eager to help the people.

Yesterday I flew to the coast to fight monsters, so…”

“Teacher, you know me. Which teacher is not full of praise for me, but things are prioritized. Yesterday happened to be the Ghost Festival. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, so I…”

“Teacher, you know me well. I am an activist in our dormitory. Every day I call them to go to class, but under special circumstances, so…”

“Teacher, I’m a foreigner, I don’t understand what Xie said, and I didn’t know there was a class yesterday, so…”

The teacher took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, “I can tell that everyone in your dormitory has stunts, but this is by no means a reason to skip class! This class! This year! You guys are all done!”

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Another version of the introduction: Ultraman Delta was living in another world for unknown reasons. Originally, he wanted to be an ordinary college student, waiting for one day to find a way to return home.

But the sudden appearance of a monster disrupted his plans, and he also discovered that his roommates were not ordinary people either.

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Gu Xingshen! Your sister grabbed my man, you helped your sister grab my man! Your family is not anything good!

“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.