Crossing the Other World to Build Gundam - Chapter 920: Miniaturized Ms Hewigang, G Cannon and Hardigon

[Shuangjie, sweet pet, white and black, happy friends, 1v1]

The majestic master of Yunran, who is proficient in medicine, poison, and martial arts, lives happily like a fairy, but once he was struck by lightning, his soul turned into the bullied eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, and his life is not as good as a dog…

The step-sister regretted her marriage, and directly ordered someone to knock her unconscious and throw her on the sedan chair, and marry the man who was rumored to be suffering from eye and leg diseases.

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On the wedding night, Nangong Mo said to her:

“This king is blind and disabled and his life is not long. I don’t want to miss the beauty. You can reconcile and find another lover.”

Yunran replied affectionately: “People in the world often say that when you get married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about your love. Now that you and I are married, we should never leave. I will accompany you to the last moment of my life.”

However, Nangong Mo heard her voice:

[Heli? Why do you want to reconcile? Living in your house, spending your money, and when you close your eyes and kick your legs, I will dig a hole and bury you, and then inherit your wealth, rich land and beautiful family, wouldn’t it be beautiful? 】

Nangong Mo gritted his teeth slowly: “Heh… very beautiful!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Reborn into a magical world after a life of misery, Kael gains a unique power... The ability to steal the souls of those he kills and, more intriguingly, collect the souls of the most beautiful and sensual women in the world.On his hunting journey, he transforms his body from weak to unbeatable, while building a harem of stunning souls.________________Additional tags: Fantasy - Adventure - Action - Romance - Harem - R18 - No NTR - No Yuri - Weak to Strong - Bloodlines - Evolution

A no name Character, that never appear in novel.An ExtraEd a young man found himself in the world of the novel he’d been reading.It feels like a dream come true.But—As the memory flooded in of his new identity.-He was doomed.-He was f*cked.As He was now Caspian Arcwright[An Extra Character]Who is even despised by his own family.His father called him a failure, his mother saw him as a disgrace, and his older brothers tortured him relentlessly.There were only two reasons they let him live: the promise of an unknown bloodline that would awaken at the age of eleven, and his arranged fiancée.Then why?why?[BLOODLINE AWAKENED]BLOODLINE---- OF---- SACRIFICE

“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.