Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power - Chapter 1027

Everyone believes Lin Zhao Xi’s a genius.

Only she knows she’s looking back on years of experience in math competitions as a basis to “cheat”.

Until one day, her idol quietly looks at her.

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Time and space overlap, returning thrice.

— The past can change you.

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[Chapters lock after 50,000+ words]Born into unimaginable wealth, Aiden Arclight was the heir of the most powerful clan on the Revonia Continent— Owners of an SS-Rank Mana Vein.The Arclight doctrine was absolute:Power builds legacy, Wealth sustains legacy, Family is optional.But Aiden never fit.Where others plotted, he showed mercy.Where others chased power, he chose compassion.To the Arclights, that made him worthless. Everything shattered during the Origin Awakening Ceremony.Before the entire clan, Aiden awakened the lowest result in history:(F-Rank Unique Ability and Origin Heart detected)(Minor Null Field)Causes minor disturbance in skill activation and mana flow.Laughter followed, then contempt, then silence.When Aiden needed them most, not a single family member stepped forward.By nightfall, he was cast out—stripped of his name, inheritance, and home. The golden heir became a homeless exile in one day.Yet even at rock bottom, Aiden refused to break.And when the world turned its back on him…something else answered.[Compatible host found][Origin Gacha System initializing…][Minimum Reward Guaranteed: S-Rank]A system that grants Bloodlines, Physiques, Skills, Treasures, and Summons—and more.From exile to emperor.From “trash” to a being feared by mortals and gods alike.Aiden will rise, he will build an empire that spans continents, worlds, and divine planes.But as power piles upon power… will Aiden remain himself—or become the very thing he once despised?Upload schedule – 1-2 Chapter/dayMilestone (Monday to Monday)50 Powerstones – 1 Bonus Chapter100 Powerstones – 3 Bonus ChapterWhat to expect —1. MultipleRaces (Elves, Demons, Beast-Folk, etc)2. Average paced3. MC will have romantic interest (2-4) all plot based4. Overpowered MC

“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.