Face-Slapping System - Chapter 16 Dissbook

Dark purple skies and deathly black clouds herald the arrival of the apocalypse. The earth shudders and groans as the Dark Matter wave mutates the very planet itself, and those within it.Follow Henrick as he fights for the right to survive, and navigates this treacherous new world.

Getting girls, is such a normal task, but it is almost impossible when you have to cope with being the weakest student in your academy. Ryan Whitemane was a youth with almost no chance of getting a girl until a strange book met him.

Now, with the help of a Succubus, Whitemane can easily understand a girl's feelings, what they want, and what they don't know they want yet. The more he loves, the stronger he is.

But every pact with a demon has it’s costs, right?

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“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.

What would you do if you were happen to be transmigrated in a novel you once have read.Same happened with Zyrus, an ordinary boy who found himself transmigrated in a world named Arcania.A world where weak won't survive, a world where power rules over all dominantly. A world which stands at the edge of destruction.And, as if all of that wasn't enough. He found himself in a body of nobody. He was an extra.However, he wasn't a normal one. You know the ones who comes, get's one shot and dies in a single chapter. No, he was different.So different, that he changed everything just from existing.He was the Successor. The Successor of the sole being who was known as the strongest once.He was the Successor Of The Apex.So, can Zyrus take that burden on and face the harrowing trials and the abominations that came with it.OrWould he really be just an extra?Could he also handle the surprise that came with from the earth?****https://discord.gg/4sS69Zp82