Boiling Beast Bloodline - Chapter 2251 - 687: Final Battle Countdown [13]_4

Edward, an 18-year-old college student, found himself stuck inside of a dark abyss.“Where am I?”[Spawning Dungeon Champion]“Huh?”Without a word of warning, He found himself in an unfamiliar body being forced to attack trespassers. Will he ever find a way out? Or will he be a tool for endless slaughter?Warning: Due to the nature of the novel the MC will be switching between bodies. That's why the status window was made the way it was. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. The progress is not reset though.

The perennial 996 social animal Chen Xing’s biggest dream in this life is to make enough money one day and be able to go home and relax for a lifetime

One day, he died suddenly in front of the computer after being overworked to work hard to earn money.

Fortunately, Chen Xing passed through

However, instead of being an adult, he was dressed as a variety of animals

① Dressed as a national treasure giant panda, holding the basin of milk handed to the paws by the human parents, Chen Xing, the social animal, burst into tears. By selling cuteness, he can eat and wait to die. It is all about the state’s pension. This is what he dreams of. day!

② Dressed as a single little milk cat, Chen Xing hugged the shit-shoveling official’s golden thighs with his cuteness, and became a big Internet celebrity Brothers, buy canned food and cat bars!

③This time, Chen Xingchuan has become an enemy in a previous life, a dog, or an Erha who can only tear down his home.

④Little sea otters who like to rub incense before going to bed

⑤I have a little squirrel with a big tail

⑥The walking emoji of the Tibetan fox

⑦The life of the village tyrant goose

⑧ Ferret

No cp, pure animals do not change people, do not directly substitute into reality

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The invincible strongman who roams through the city by day and night, a supreme soldier king that moves across the urban landscape.

“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.