England's Greatest - Chapter 175: Cover Story

After a lucky night at the casino turns deadly, Ezra Matten finds himself bleeding to death in a dark alley.His fate takes a dramatic turn when two female vampires approach him with an offer he can't refuse.Become a vampire and bond with them, or die.Choosing survival, Ezra embraces his new vampiric existence, only to discover the rarity and potency of male vampires in their secretive society.His transformation is further amplified when he acquires a powerful relic from the vampire progenitor, giving him unparalleled strength and abilities.Now, Ezra is thrust into the middle of a shadowy war. Armed with the relic's immense power, he begins his journey to supremacy, carving out a new path and establishing his dominance.The vampire society trembles before the might of the Nightmare as he fends off those who seek to control him and all the ladies that want a piece of him.“Female vampires are fighting over me?!”“Bow before my strength, Lord Alucard, for I am your god.”Ezra's ascent challenges the very foundations of the vampire world.“Why be a king when you can be a god?”***********-Features a form of Vampire dual cultivation.-No NTR or Yuri

Shen Fei was transmigrated to a world of beast taming and obtained the Supreme Bloodline through the transmigration.

Everyone was able to contract their own tamed beast. The stronger one was, the stronger their beast would be.

After activating his Supreme Bloodline, the first thing Shen Fei did was form a contract with the Divine Phoenix.

However, there existed an empress in the world.

She had control over almost all the resources in the world and could even see the outline of everyone’s life.

On a certain day, the empress noticed Shen Fei and when she activated her power to peek into his future, she was completely stunned.

Name: Shen Fei

Fate: Supreme Bloodline, Infinite Evolution, King of Beast

Tamed Beast: Divine Phoenix (Highest-grade)

Outline: Will build an immortal kingdom and become the King of Beast

“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.

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”“Oh!!!!”The audience erupted into thunderous applause.“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.The applause grew even more fervent...(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)