Shadow's Hand - Chapter 1: Shadow’s Hand

I possessed the weakest character in a survival game. Before the game started, 97% of the viewers bet that I would die. But I am confident. Because I am here, this character will survive until the end. I know the information about this survival game. *** After working hard, I became the guild master of the No. 1 guild and one of the top rankers. I gained reliable comrades and allies. “Rudel, you’re a really good person.” Lilith, the beautiful female character who always trusts me unconditionally. “Let’s eat that deer.” Gio, the battle member who, despite being half-naked and always hungry, holds immense potential. All I did was strive to survive. But some wanted more from me. “If you don’t have anyone else in mind… you could accept me.” The No. 1 male character in appearance clings to me, nearly in tears. The hidden character and the only bug character in this game that I found- “Rudel, you are dazzling. Both in body and soul. Unlike me.” He looked at me with clear eyes as if I were the only person in the world. Everyone, please stop. I’m busy uncovering the secrets of this game.

Fang Ka, a man who became a necromancer in another world, made a shocking discovery: his consciousness was still linked to the internet networks of his previous life. By connecting online users’ minds to the undead he summoned, he turned what should have been a grim army into something far more dangerous—and unpredictable.

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

“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.