Plundering in the Apocalypse - Chapter 148 Counselling!?

In a world where Heroes are the last line of defence against threats, 17 year-old Zane Skylark, was the most powerful of them all—a symbol of strength and justice. Known as the “Rank-1 Hero, [Hope].”[Hope's] every move was praised by the masses, and his victories were legendary.But during a mission, [Hope] is believed to have died, but only to survive due to an unknown skill—[Immortality].For 60 long days, Zane's lifeless body remains inactive, as the [Hero Association] declares him dead and appoints a new hero who can mimic Zane’s strength under his hero name [Hope].After resurrected.“What's... Happening?”“Didn't I... Die?..”“Immortality?”Zane finds himself in a confused situation.“After everything I did for them...”After finding [Hero Association] betrayal, he decided to distance himself from them.“It's been... almost 3 years. ”“Maybe I should return home.”He decided to return to his hometown, hoping to bury his past and lead a peaceful existence.But... can a hero truly abandon their destiny? Or will new challenges will force Zane to confront his past self and the responsibilities he has left behind?

Ever since she transmigrated, she was blessed with an inbuilt anti-poison detector.

[MATURE CONTENT]

[SLOW BURN]

The night her fiancé cheated on her, Ran Xueyi didn’t think that her family and friends knew all about it even before her.

Devastated, Xueyi decides she wants revenge in the way she could ruin her family’s reputation and get out of the engagement she didn’t want.

And the only way to do that was to get pregnant with another man’s child!

But what happens when the father of her child appears before her eyes after 2 years demanding to take her and their child back?

Will Xueyi be able to resist his charms when even her son wants to adopt the man as his father?!

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Meet Song Yu Han, an enigmatic man and the wealthiest business tycoon in their country. Too bad, the man was cold as ice.

But just when everyone thought that there would never be a woman who could make him fall in love, he suddenly brought in a beautiful wife and a son.

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Just a few scenes from the novel:

“Mommy, I want to eat dinner with daddy,” the little one said one day.

Xueyi couldn’t resist her son’s charm and reluctantly said yes.

The next day.

“Mommy, I heard from my classmates that they sleep with their parents. Can I call daddy to sleep with us?”

Xueyi rejects the idea but when her son started to cry and throw a tantrum, she finally gave in.

And the next day, again.

“Mommy, I want a little sister from mommy and daddy. Go and make one for me!” the little one demanded and then winked to his dad who was standing behind him.

Thus, starts Xueyi's life filled with love from both her husband and son

“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.