MTL - The Apocalypse’s Great Merchant - Chapter 354 He is your father

Tens of thousands of races invaded, [God’s Domain] online game came to reality, and the world became digitized.

Everyone can awaken their talents in [Divine Domain], improve their level and strength, and resist alien races!

In the divine battle against the invasion of thousands of races, after encountering the backstab of Qianye Yuan, the patron saint of the island nation, Lin Feng, the God of War of the Dragon Kingdom, discovered that he was actually reborn back to the moment before he entered the university and participated in the [God’s Domain] talent test.

Unprecedented sss-level talent before awakening at the beginning of the game [all skills]!

You can learn any skills of any profession, and use experience points to upgrade skills, and skills are not limited by the level cap!

[Qingdi Longevity Physique: For each level up, the host’s current basic attributes will increase by 100%! 】

[Space Shuttle: Instant shuttle (500+50% magic power) * skill level/meter range! 】

[Ice Shards: Throw an ice spear, the ice spear will shatter after hitting an enemy, and deal 200% magic damage of the spell attack to that enemy. The shattered ice spear fragments will pass through the target, splashing the surrounding enemies within 30 meters, causing 80% damage of magic attack to the splashed enemies. Damaged targets are slowed by 50% for one minute. 】

【Flame Storm】

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- Description from novelbuddy

In a world consumed by monsters and chaos, survival is a cruel game of fate.Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers by lottery to fight, a death sentence Olivia didn’t ask for. Betrayed by her family and forced to fight, Olivia barely escaped death.In her near-death encounter, her system awakens….. only to deem her abilities “Useless”. But a chance encounter with a mysterious white snake sets her on an unforeseen path.Now, with the monsters lurking in the shadow, she has one goal: survive, grow stronger, and uncover the truth behind her fate.Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

She is the legendary queen of mercenaries whose name daunts even the big shots in society. With an ancient jade pendant in her hand, she is great at almost everything, be it seeking the truth or the art of healing.

“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.