The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG - Chapter 8Book Five, : Strange Collision

It started out, yeah. It was a crash landing.[Inner Lunatic] is a fantasy RPG infamous for its extreme difficulty.However, to Yoo Chan, who was diagnosed with a terminal illness at a young age, this game was his entire life and has now become his reality.From now on, Yoo Chan has to survive in this world as Nox von Reinharber, the worst villain in the first act of the game. Will he be able to reach the end of the story safely?[This novel does not belong to me; all rights belong to its author. I merely upload it, and translation credits go to: Dursty’sTS, Gozine.]Original Author: Jeong Melody/정선율

This story revolves around a boy who was sent to a dark, mysterious parallel world in the body of his beautiful senior sister known as Lily. The lone girl ran into the night parade of a hundred ghosts the very day she arrived; seeking survival amongst the warrior’s dispute in a chaotic world, and forging her own demon sword! This is an unimaginable other world adventure!

Business elite Wu Bin suddenly died and reincarnated into a college student in a parallel world.Just as he joined the freshman military training, Wu Bin realized something was off.Why was his body weaker than a woman’s?Wu Bin had thought he could use the system to change his physique and reach the pinnacle of life!But who knew, in the next second, the style shifted dramatically!Ding.【Congratulations, Host, for successfully acquiring Acute Myocardial Infarction】【Beware, when your heart rate exceeds 130, Acute Myocardial Infarction will be triggered 100%】Hiss!Are you serious with this crappy system?【High host dissatisfaction value detected, special gift package for beginners】【Congratulations to the host on your gift— Scorn of Death】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Rebirth from Cocoon】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Iron Will】Consequently, the ordinary college student Wu Bin became a regular at the major hospitals in Shanghai.The campus belle was smitten with him, the principal prayed for him, and the instructor treated him as his own biological father!“Why can you fracture a bone just by going to the bathroom!”“How dare you travel all over with only 1 platelet?”“This batch of college students, they're very fragile, hard to kill!”

“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.