Farm Tough Girl - Chapter 618 - 619 Can’t Keep Warm_1

A fully immersive game known as “Game of Gods” had swept the world by storm.

It was an online game about elves, magical beasts, and gods, and players could choose to play as one of the vast selection of classes and skills.

As soon as Occam logged into the game, he was rewarded with a 10x point system.

Since he was too lazy to move around in the game using various active skills, he decided to pour all of his points into the passive skills.

He fully leveled a ton of passive skills that could allow him to defeat a boss without even moving, skills such as Counter Attack, Sacrifice, Stun, Evasion, Magic Damage Nullifier, and more.

When the players witnessed how Occam defeat his foes, they all had the same reaction. “What the hell? He doesn’t have to move and he’s literally a God!”

“I'm scared, scared of this power. Reality can be whatever I imagine”“What if I want this world gone then? Could I just destroy it with my imagination?”**Lenny was an anomaly. Unpredictable.Deemed too insane to be released, but too important to be assassinated. He was a child when he watched his family die.To cope, he had to sacrifice his very own sanity. Locked in a cell for over half a decade.In a world where rifts are spawned here and there, the corruption of the Fallen Realm never ceases to spread.Carriers of the Fallen Runes were too important to dispose of, too valuable to be discarded.Despite those who governed the Regulator's society seeking his death. He was simply sealed away.Prevented from associating with his friends, his mates, and forbidden from participating in any Awakening Ceremony.He remained a Carrier until his 18th birthday.When the dusk settled, just like every other carrier, on the night of his 18th birthday.He was called to the Fallen Realm.Accepting the Call, Lenny ventured into the horrors of the Fallen Realm,To regain his freedom, he was forced to awaken.[You’ve awakened a Fallen Rune][Fallen Rune: Rune of Imagination][Rune Class: ???][Fallen Rank: Divine]Cursed into the Fallen Realm, yet blessed with a Fallen Rune of the Divine rank.The power to imagine, an indomitable power sealed in the hands of a madman.Reality can be whatever he wants, your lives were his to decide, your powers were his to possess.Was there anything he couldn't imagine?Walking the path of carnage, and increasing his strength every day. Thriving in secrecy as he hunts down those who had perpetuated the destruction of his Clan.Unseen by the world, yet he watches them.This is the story of a man who was forgotten by the world, hated by Fate….Yet too powerful for even fate to kill.***Additional tags#Revenge#Enemytolover#Mystery#Immortal

Lin Chen was persecuted by his childhood sweetheart and accidentally obtained an ancient legacy. From then on, he embarked on a path against the heavens!“I am a sovereign! Those who insult me will be killed, those who obstruct me will die!”

“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.