MTL - The Stepmother is Unkind - Chapter 68

Feng Lingxi was the traditional family’s head mistress – a person with a charismatic yet sly personality with the ability to attract people easily to her side, and having the potential to take someone’s soul away. Crossing across boundaries from a decade ago to now, a world that gives woman full respect and acknowledgement….

Don’t be fooled by her, because she was someone who would act obediently in front of a crowd but, stabs them in the back when necessary! Disguising as someone that would gain her trust and belief! That was why the Emperor of Xian started doting on her, allowing her to become absurdly daring to do whatever she liked. This made the Empress speechless to tears.
That would be the cause of the kingdom’s downfall in the near future…

- Description from Novelupdates

Chen Che traveled through the strange world of immortality with an overload plug-in.

Every time he enters the overload state, his body will experience some discomfort.

The training speed of the exercises has been improved, and the weak cough.

The speed of boxing comprehension increased, and the arm was red and swollen.

The speed of supernatural power cultivation has increased, and the headache is splitting.

…

Chen Che, who was suffering from an external illness, chose to practice in a low-key manner.

It was not until the first year of Daozong that the new emperor ascended the throne and began to rectify the dynastic order, killing traitors…

Then something unexpected happened!

What?

The father I never met turned out to be a big traitor?

It also affects me to be exterminated by the nine clans?

never mind! Stop pretending!

I see who can kill me!

- Description from novelbuddy

In the online game Glory, Ye Xiu is regarded as a textbook and a top-tier pro-player. However, due to a myriad reasons, he is kicked from the team. After leaving the professional scene, he finds work in an Internet Cafe as a manager. When Glory launches its tenth server, he who possesses ten years of gaming experience once again throws himself into the game. Bringing with him the memories of his past and an incomplete, self-made weapon, his return along the road to the summit begins!

“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.