Light Barrier - Chapter 87: Ostriches

In the 41st Millennium, the planet I reside on, Cadia, was rated as the most habitable world for humanity. The birth rate once reached a staggering 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this.Even the renowned expert in mass mobilization, Guilliman, once brought a team of specialists here to ask for my secrets.'Plants that have been extinct for ages, found only during the M2 era of Ancient Terra—how is this possible?' The entourage stared dumbfounded at the wilderness filled with carrots and potatoes.'By the Omnissiah! A lump of iron with no wires or power source can move freely and even possesses a Machine Spirit.' The Adeptus Mechanicus stood before the legion of Iron Golems, their hands trembling uncontrollably.'This thing is countless times more useful than an STC template.' The Tech-Priest stroked the Crafting Table, his bionic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe.'A device similar to the Webway?'...--This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

“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.

Marcus was a rising star in finance, until his boss's petty revenge left him fired, and near broke. The woman he loved was gone. His future was a joke, his life adrift, and with nothing left to loseHis only way out was Dominion, the world's first true VRMMO, a game that promises to become humanity's second world, where in-game gold translates to real-world wealth. For Marcus, it wasn't a game; it was a desperate last chance to rebuild his life and support his sister.But on the day of character creation, the system glitched.While other players were assigned random stats, Marcus was given the impossible: Maxed-Out Base Attributes and a legendary, unchangeable Luck stat of 20.The system tried to fix him. It failed.Now, Marcus doesn't play the game. He exploits it. Armed with a broken skill that reveals every secret and a drop rate that makes him instantly rich, he is the statistical anomaly the developers never accounted for.

#maturecontent #smut #omegaverse #darkromanceA mad scientist with a god complex or an arrogant possessive CEO? The best friend from your childhood or your first love from college? Which to choose? Which to escape from?I was supposed to inherit Parliament. Instead, my father sold me to men with power complexes, bloodstained secrets, and a disturbing obsession with omega biology.Apparently, my body produces deadly flowers and my blood can end alpha supremacy. Which is great news if you’re a mad scientist, cult leader, or my terrifying ex.Did I mention my childhood best friend kissed me once and went into a coma?Anyway. I’m fine. Totally fine. Not spiraling. Definitely not developing morally confusing feelings for my captor. And absolutely not planning to burn this world down with more than a bad review on Yelp.#omegaverse, #darkromance, #toxicMLM, #possessivealphas, #politicalintrigue, #twistedlove.