MTL - Starting Off With A Blacksmith Workshop - v2 Chapter 358 water

In a magical medieval world, it's difficult to hold on to one's beliefs... even maintaining one's integrity is a challenge.Because the commoners here are not simple; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel.Because the nobles here are not noble; they are insidious, ruthless, and tyrannical.However... not all human constitutions can be generalized.Lann touches the two hearts and three lungs beneath his chest.He estimates that not only in this world but also in the other worlds connected through the convergence of celestial spheres, he can maintain a healthy sense of morality.—And then get rid of all the incorrigible scum!

“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.

Adelaine Hammond transmigrated inside her own unfinished novel. New identity, new world, new everything. She became Remillia Lockhart, a character she didn't know of. In simple terms, an extra. She became an extra in her own novel.She became a Hero, fighting monsters, making enemies, and also why is she having love interests?? However the novel she once wrote of is becoming different and more strange. The Monsters are more stronger, new enemies, series of events that she did not even write, and how come she's getting stronger than the original MC's?She must find a way to survive and get out of this damned novel.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!~Who'd ever thought the young Alpha's son would fall in love with his nanny?!~She was like the mother he never had, the older sister he's always wanted, his ONLY best friend.After an incident at the Dark Risers's pack, the Alpha sends his son away to another pack to be trained and nurtured into a better person; the future Alpha.Twelve years later, Daniel returns a full grown teen with a high sex drive and lust for beautiful women. At such a young age, he handles the pack solely and also bears the pressure of finding a mate from the elders and his relatives.But Daniel doesn't want a mate. Never does and never will. Why get stuck with one woman who would cause him trouble than spend every night of his with women of his choice?Will he live alone in his carnal pleasures or eat his words?