MTL - I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times - Chapter 455 All for him

To exact revenge on her fiance who cheated on her, Xing Shu plotted against her fiance’s uncle, Cheng Lang. “Was my nephew unable to please you?”

On a large, messy bed, Cheng Lang pinched Xing Shu’s chin. The black Buddhist bracelet around his wrist swayed from side to side. Everyone said Cheng Lang was a religious man who stayed away from women.

However, after sleeping with him for a night, Xing Shu expressed how it was actually easy to manipulate him. She only needed to say sweet things to him in a soft, gentle voice, and he’d give her anything she wanted.

“Mr. Cheng is only putting on a show with Xing Shu. He’ll dump her very soon!”

“Xing Shu is a shameless woman. Mr. Cheng would never fall for someone with ulterior motives like her!”

Everyone in Jing City waited for her to make a fool of herself, but nobody knew how Cheng Lang pinned her against the bed at night. “Xing Shu, mention getting a divorce again if you dare.”

Ever since then, Cheng Lang, a man who once belonged on the altar, was brought down by Xing Shu. He experienced what it felt like to be in a relationship like a normal person, and he found joy in it.

[5 Spell Books][280 Spells and Rituals][Ressuration Completed[System initializing… Synchronization in progress…][Synchronization Complete][Harem Codex Initiated]Every normal thing in his life took a great turn after he Fucked the goddess of lust.This is what I was born to become 'A Monster.' They will fear me! They will crumble in my presence! My purpose is not to save but to destroy, my legacy will be remember forever...Azrael was once the kingdom’s deadliest weapon, forged in the shadows by the criminal elders and a king who demanded perfection. But when his humanity cracked under their brutal training, they abandoned him to a witch-run asylum, branding him broken and useless. Left to rot in despair, Azrael met his end in the ward—until the witches intervened.Out of pity and defiance, they performed a forbidden ritual, combining 280 spells from five ancient grimoires. Their sacrifice gave Azrael a second chance, transmigrating his soul into a new body.He awakens with a system unlike any other: a reality-bending tool granting him the ability to charm and seduce powerful women, each conquest unlocking new powers and revealing deeper truths about his own existence.In a world where women dominate 75% of the population, Azrael uses his newfound abilities to climb the ranks of society, assembling a loyal and influential harem. But as his strength grows, so do the secrets surrounding his rebirth. Each revelation pulls him closer to uncovering the true nature of the system and the conspiracies that reach far beyond his betrayal. Is he the master of his destiny, or just a pawn in a greater game?-___A/N: Sypnosis not long, but gives all it should give, before you judge, read up to the first 15 chapters and leave a review once done.....See y'all in the book.You want a wise MC? You got it!You want an MC who will turn out not to merciful? You got it!Fast paced story? You got it!Something a little bit new, and out of the ordinary? You got it!Level up of both the MC and Villain and system? You got it![Adventure, Action, R18, Isekai, System, weak to strong, Handsome ML, Beautiful FLs, Demons, Monster Girls, Beasts, Apocalypse: All Check ..]

“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 does it feel like when you have a best-selling detective fiction author for a boyfriend?

Whenever you offend him, he would look at you disdainfully, “A character molded after you could only ever appear in my novel as a deceased victim.”

Whenever you seriously offend him, he would threaten you, “The very next victim who dies in my novel would be named after you.”

Whenever you seriously, seriously offend him, he would add on to the previous threats, “Furthermore, the victim would have died at the hands of an extremely perverse and twisted serial killer, and would have suffered an extremely painful and terrible death.”

But, by a stroke of coincidence, if you happen to be this best-selling author’s editor, he need not resort to the above mentioned tactics. In fact, all he has to do is one, single thing –
-Delay the submission of his draft.

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