Naruto: Uchiha Survivor Forced to Save the Shinobi World - Chapter 320: Codename ‘D’

Failing in his job hunting, Sanada Kyouichirou was hopeless in this society. When kyouichirou had thrown himself towards the bottom of a cliff. When he woke up his body had returned towards when he was in fifth grade of elementary school. He did not want to have any regrets in this life so he had decided on building up an harem in this second life.

The elder sister that he admired, a senior and president of the student council at a school for rich young girls, a strong minded upper classman at school. The poison fang of Kyouichirou who had pretended to be a innocent child attacks those girls.

On her wedding night, Mingmei had a dream.She dreamed of a “Book of Life”.And the protagonist of this book was her mother-in-law, who would bump her head and faint the next morning, only to wake up reborn.Apparently, her mother-in-law had returned from fifty years in the future. She had witnessed the changes of the era and experienced social development. With this rebirth, she intended to ride the wave of the times, work hard, and lead the whole family towards glory. (Take this with a grain of salt)Of course,Along the way, she planned to reform the little troublemakers in the family, deal with the big troublemakers in the courtyard house, and let them feel the iron fist of justice as a side task. (This part is true)Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who had vaguely heard herself described as “a lazy, gluttonous, good-for-nothing”, bit her blanket and whimpered.What should she do?Bang!A sound came from the outer room.Mingmei: Here it comes! Her mother-in-law has been reborn!Reading Guide:1: Dual female protagonists: Protagonist One: The reborn mother-in-law, Zhao Guihua; Protagonist Two: Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who can see the future in her dreams.2: A slice-of-life story about a working-class family in an old Beijing courtyard house, featuring an ensemble cast.

“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.