MTL - Good God, Stop! - Chapter 95 Chapter95

There were women approaching me, who had decided to die.

“I've always thought that the greatest stories are those that End when they should End”.But.Is it really true?Maybe I could be right or maybe wrong who knows.....[◆□◆□◆□◆□◆]BEGINS NOW.....ᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔᚔ“Why me?Why did I have to be the one pulled out of 8.23 billion souls.Maybe there’s no reason.Maybe life picks at random and laughs in your face.So let’s do what we can do now, in this moment stolen from the world I’ll never return to. 'But I wish I could....God I wish I could'.So The only answer left is to keep moving until the end.until then—============================P.S support this lazy ass author. And you might get a cookie.

“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.

The signs were there. No one listened.Fifty years ago, a child was born with a prophecy etched into his mind:[The Ones Beyond seek the world and its Sparks.]He was not alone.Across the world, children followed—each carrying the same vision, each driven to madness by glimpses of a future no one believed in.They screamed warnings. They were ignored. Locked away. Buried.Then the world ended.The planet trembled.The galaxy convulsed.The universe fractured.Dimensional Gates tore open. Monsters emerged. Reality evolved.Survival became a privilege.—Uriel is a death row inmate, condemned for crimes that ensured the world would never mourn him.On the night of his execution, a stranger appears—calm, composed, and impossibly out of place.“I come from the future.”And with him, a way out.Not salvation. Not redemption.A bargain.Because no gift from fate comes without a cost.“Let’s make a deal.”