ShadowBound: The Need For Power - Chapter 575: Moving As A Group

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

In a vast fantasy world where countless dangers lurk for humans and demi-humans alike, no creature is more fearsome or powerful than the Dragons, proud, intelligent beasts who stand at the very peak of existence.Dragons do not fight for kings or armies. They are the purest manifestation of nature’s fury and brutality, beings born to stand alone. Yet even such creatures seek a connection, a single partner chosen only once in their lifetime, bound through a unique Pact that links body and soul as one.Those chosen are no ordinary individuals. Dragon Riders soar through the skies atop their mighty companions, dominating land and air alike with powers of overwhelming magnitude. Thus begins a ruthless race between peoples and nations, each striving to secure the loyalty of the most powerful Dragon Riders the world can produce.This is the story of Theo, a noble whose family was brutally murdered, leaving him orphaned and alone as a child. Now a young man, his gaze turns toward the Royal Academy of Dragon Riders of the Empire of the Four Kingdoms, for nothing could serve vengeance better than a creature that embodies the raw fury of nature itself.But while Theo’s steps are driven by revenge, his journey will be filled with both intriguing allies and cruel enemies. And in his search for a battle companion, he will discover something far more precious, because the same mythical beast capable of terrorizing the skies and the land also holds another side, one far more unexpected than anyone could imagine.

In a world where succubi are half-human, half-monster creatures, they depend on the life essence of human men for sustenance. However, they are unable to extract it themselves as they are not considered attractive by human men. The succubi are responsible for ensuring the safety of humans, they have established large security enterprises over the years.Therefore, it is the duty of human women to provide them with this essence. One fateful day, a virus outbreak occurs in a research facility on the continent of Ocezoria, transforming the infected individuals into a type of undead beings.Join Andreas Kappel, an 18-year-old young man who, prior to the virus epidemic, was attempting to secure a job interview at an essence farm, as he embarks on an exploration of this unique universe.

“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.