Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks - Chapter 97: How Can Princess Be so Heartless?

In the ancient land of Yamato, seven powerful clans rule, each upholding their own traditions and strength. But when one clan seeks forbidden power, the balance of the world is shattered. Legends tell of warriors destined to rise, of a hero who will walk the sacred path, and of a battle that will shape the future of Yamato. As alliances are tested and enemies emerge from the shadows, the line between justice and power begins to blur. Will strength alone decide the fate of Yamato, or will a greater force change its destiny forever?

He is back! This time fiercer, faster and stronger, with only one thing in mind. Revenge!

Prince of Darkness, Son of the Devil, Lucian is back and he has only one thing on his mind. Revenge! That's until he meets her. A woman who entices him beyond reason, but who also claims to be his wife. Surrounded by dark secrets and powerful enemies Lucian must decide who to trust and who to destroy.

After getting her heart broken once Klara vowed never to fall in love again. But when her brother tries to force her into a marriage and the annoying but wickedly handsome Roshan rescues her, things get difficult.

Can she protect her heart from the man whose touch sets her body aflame? Or will she surrender to her desire and risk her heart once again?

*Sequel to Married to the Devil's son*

Identity background: Fifteen years old, biological mother died, father unknown, holding a large legacy, poor performance in entrance examination, please choose a guardian.
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Candidate one: birth mother’s brother, not close, but eloquent, very gentle, reliable and sincere.
Option two: The eldest son of the father who has never been seen. His occupation is unknown. His age is unknown. Nothing is known.
In the last life, Yu Shulin chose his uncle, his mother’s funeral was all done by him, and he promised to take good care of him.
The selection is completed, and the result is being read …
After the choice was made, open the [pit you pit you pit you till you die] ending, please accept.
Yu Shulin, who was counted by his uncle’s family for his inheritance, was eventually released from prison, but immediately got killed …
@ # ￥% & * …… Restore the file.
Identity background: Fifteen years old, biological mother died, father unknown, holding a large legacy, poor performance in entrance examination, please choose a guardian
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Candidate one: birth mother’s brother, not close, but eloquent, very gentle, reliable and sincere.
Option two: The eldest son of the father who has never been seen. His occupation is unknown. His age is unknown. Nothing is known.
After the rebirth, Yu Shulin, whose negative energy exploded, said to hell and chose option 2!
The selection is completed, and the result is being read …
After reading the results, open the ending of [Just want to love you with the overbearing film emperor], please accept.
Yu Shulin, who was captive and was boiled like a frog in warm water: (╯ ‵ □ ′) ╯︵┻─┻WTF!

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.