MTL - Rebirth Starts From 2006 - Chapter 47 Bad news

Have you ever thought that the state of the world as it presently is, could revert to the laws of the ancients? When a series of strange incidents beginning with the disappearance of his friend led Luo Yuan to question the possibility of an apocalypse, he becomes embroiled in the midst of a global-scale chaos.

Evolution has turned the flora and fauna of the vast and bountiful Earth into something that had never been seen before. Coincidentally, the all-dominating Homo sapiens have ended up at the bottom of the food chain. From mystery to crisis, will Luo Yuan discover a means of saving humanity by racing to the top of the food chain? Or will he strive in accordance with the law of the jungle? It is the dawn of an age of the survival of the fittest.

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Lei Jun transmigrates into a cultivation world and could seek opportunities and avoid risks by drawing lots and acting according to it.[Moderately good lot, don't join the crowd. Focus on your own tasks. After the chaos, head to the elder's cave mansion to help heal the wounded: gain a Fifth Grade Opportunity, move quietly, no worries behind, auspicious.][Perfectly neutral lot, don't join the crowd. Wait for the right moment. After the chaos, go to Ganoderma Terrace, obtain a Sixth-Rank Opportunity, but attracting envy and trouble, hidden dangers, average.][Moderately unlucky lot, join in the selection, maybe get chosen. But before gaining anything, you'll face catastrophe, get stuck in mortal peril, injuries or death likely, ominous.]

Warning: Mature Content Included (R-18+)---At 23, Nam Hyerin was diagnosed with a lump in her ovary. When she was told she could never have children, her fiancé abandoned her without a second thought. Grief-stricken and alone, her life ended not with the disease but during an unprecedented earthquake that struck Seoul.She should've been dead. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange new body—naked, tangled up with a half-human, half-beast man whose dark, scaly tail was wrapped tightly around her waist.“Woman, stop moving on top of me,” the man grumbled sleepily. “You’ve ridden me night after night until dawn… how are you still not done?”***Tags: Reverse Harem, Beast and Human, Drama, Comedy, Transmigration.

“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.