Civilization - 200 Chapter 200

At 26, Portuguese footballer Tobi Oliveira ended his life, crushed by regret and failure. But fate gives him a second chance—sending him ten years back to when he was just 16, with a mysterious football system and all the memories of his past.Now, with raw talent, real hunger, and the unwavering support of his mother-agent and football-loving little sister, Tobi is determined to rewrite his story. From Sporting CP to Valencia’s first team, he must juggle brutal training, school, media pressure, and the emotional weight of his past life.But success doesn’t come easy. His stats drop in the pros. Not every match ends in victory. And greatness demands more than just skill—it demands heart.

I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.

“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.

Cultivation destroyed, eyes poisoned blind and robbed of her status in the household?Luo Qingtong narrows her eyes and sneers, “Bring it on! Let me teach you a lesson!”A 24th Century Supreme Vision Master transmigrates to become the incapacitated genius daughter of the Marquis Household in a lower-class country.With a pair of powerful blood-red eyes armed with the ability to appraise treasures, see through things, heal, poison and break through defenses... She is invincible!A spirit and martial arts cultivator, an expert in weapons and medicine, a master in controlling beasts and deploying formations...She is the embodiment of the ultimate supremacy and unrivaled arrogance!Never does she expect to get involved with a person who is even more wicked than her. From then on, it becomes a game of I-run-you-catch. When you kill someone, I’ll hand you the knife.Together, let’s wreak havoc in the world!