MTL - Sword Spirit - Chapter 50 Against the sky

The end is coming, and the world will perish!

An accident on a trip brought Zhou Jia to this world trapped in Jiuyou ahead of time, struggling to survive.

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Shen Anan is wearing a book.
When someone else wears a book, they are either dressed as a domineering president, or they are the mother or daughter of a domineering president, and no matter how bad they are, they are the petite wife of a domineering president…
She is the only one who, in a false fairy tale, became the last mermaid on the verge of extinction.
In order to change the fate of the Little Mermaid’s complete extinction, the state encircled a small sea area for her and assigned her a national treasure-level scientist.
Ming is here to take care of her diet, but in fact, she is here to study how to breed her successfully.
Before the scientist came, Shen Anan swung the fish’s tail and vowed: “Mating? It doesn’t exist, I am a dignified human being. Even if I die, I can’t accept this kind of emotionless reproductive behavior.”
After the scientist came, Shen Anan: “I! Yes! Yes!”
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Later, a group of photos was exposed on Weibo of the national treasure scientist Zhou Suiyu Wannian Changcao.
In the photo, Shen An’an swings a silver fish tail and frolics in the sunshine and blue waves. While licking the screen of Shen An’an’s prosperous beauty, netizens suddenly found that Shen An’an’s belly… It seems to be a drum?
For a while, the news of the successful breeding of the Little Mermaid quickly reached the top of the hot search.
Zhou Suiyu, the father of the child, posted a photo of the two and said, “What breeding? That is the crystallization of our love.”
Everyone: “…Excuse me, are such handsome scientists all assigned by the state? Where can I get them?”

Handsome Breaking Sky Scientist X Sweet Breaking Sky The Little Mermaid
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One sentence introduction: A love that crosses species

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“According to prophecy and scientific calculations, the entire world will see temperatures drop to minus forty degrees within three years, and even the earth's core will be frozen within three hundred years.”“What should we do?”“Gather all our strength, build a shelter together with unwavering unity. In the face of disaster, we must stand united, and everyone needs to do whatever they can to ensure a future for humanity!”“But what if someone refuses to work and just wants to eat and be lazy?”“Then let them die! Activate the alchemy golems and large robots, we do not support idlers!”Set in a scenario similar to Frostpunk, with fantasy elements and a steampunk background, viewer discretion is advised.

“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.