Matabar - Chapter 31 - Old names

“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.

Struck down amid the battle, the Hero and Demon King meet their demise. As their souls linger on the edge of the afterlife, a mysterious force intervenes, merging their fragmented souls together with a new being. Rusty, the living armor, now affected by their memories and presence, embarks on his own quest. Will he seek revenge on those who betrayed the hero, or will he fulfill the desires of the fallen demon king? or instead, forge his own path?

“You are sitted with the devil... and you are afraid of a demon:”Daxen, a brilliant but bad-minded young boy, finds himself in a parallel world where everything seems to be linked with havoc.At first, he thought he was dreaming, that his mind was playing tricks on him. But not until it had dawned on him.Growing up, Daxen believed the world belonged to the strong, because he had always been at the mercy of bullies. Constantly beaten, mocked, and pushed aside, he began to lose faith in kindness.Over time, his heart hardened. He stopped caring. He developed a cold, calculating mindset, one that thrived on revenge. Pain; once something he feared, became something he delivered.Especially to bullies.He started learning how to play smart, how to always pay back, how to get revenge in a cold way. His feelings for when someone is in pain died, since he now draws pleasure in giving pain to bullies.Mercy faded from his heart, replaced with a twisted satisfaction in seeing his tormentors suffer.But something had happened. He had been assessed and was picked to join a force to defend his world.How can someone as bad-minded as he is do that?Still, the choice was made. And now, Daxen must fight. Train. Endure brutal trials to grow stronger, to survive, to rank up and eventually, defend his world, and himself.But the path wasn’t easy. The trials were something else, merciless. The journey tested his very soul. It made him do things, think things, see things that weren’t sensible to any mere being.He had to slay what he never believed existed, to him they were bullies of the bullies and that was what he hated the most.But as he advanced, he changed. With each step he became a better version of what he was, a darker version, some might call it an omen, a bad one.For He became…Read to find out.

The latest novel by the author of 'When Cats Own Superpower'.----------------------------------------------A star shot through the sky, it also shot through the tranquility of the world.Supernatural powers descended upon Earth. Who watches in the dark? Who mutters in my ear?When my growl shatters the sky, when my power tramples the abyss, when I govern all that is living and dead...they shall call me-- God.