Exploring Immortality Cultivation - Chapter 1028 - 112: High Order Squad, Death Task

Right after transmigrating into a parallel world, Yang Yi was a bit stupefied upon seeing a adorable little girl calling him father. Fine, Xixi is 100% my daughter, but my child’s mother is actually an aloof, absolute beauty who’s a famous singer.

Shi Qing’s task was to be a protector.

You live in the United States?Imagine if blue mana rain fell and dragons descended from the sky, lifeless, straight into your city or at your doorstep?Tell me what's gonna be the outcome?Lemme guess; mana fuses into everything, including life forms and the non-living and plants will be like, “I will kill everything”, or even four-legged mammalian animals fused with mana begin to grow wings.It's gonna be a damn chaos with a bunch of weird stuff everywhere, I've been there and guess what? I saw a monkey with three asses.Hilarious right? But to me it was terrifying, like, what does a monkey need three damn ass for?But what if this all Mana situation was controlled? What would the results be? Evolution right.Yeah, humans are way too smart to let such an opportunity pass them by, but the same Homo sapiens were devious and selfish; they want all the good things to themselves.In this world, I am Jayden Logan, rejected by my father because I didn't get a great SAT score, but don't worry, I'm a genius. My SATs were low because of these devious humans, you can call them the weapon fashioned against me, but don't worry, I conquered.Eventually, I break through the tough bars of this world of beast taming and gain a beast with potential greater than anyone else's, and I even found true love.But my biggest rival was a scientific organisation, MAGEO and the man in charge? Guess who it was?The United States governor, body and soul.Swears, I was damn fascinated when I realised.They were sure planning something big with those dragons, I wasn't certain of it, but I knew it wasn't good.I don't really know how my story is gonna end, but one thing is certain, I'm gonna cultivate my beast and kick some ass.

“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.