The Hitting Zone - Chapter 10: The Arcade

“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.

In the turbulent era, the world was under the reign of cunning careerists. A young man named Mu Feng grew up in numerous battles and unceasingly made earnest efforts to stand on his own feet.

His father was murdered, and two hundred thousand of his people were slaughtered. Mu Feng accidently obtained the Sacred Book of Asura, and then he embarked on his journey of revenge with fierceness and blood!

Killing and blood proved his love for family and his people!

He was the almighty Asura!

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Honjou Kaede was invited by her friend, Shiromine Risa to play a VRMMO.I don’t hate games, but painful things are a little……no, I hate it very, very much.Eh!…the pain would be reduced if I placed stats on defense power?Then, the only place where I can place it, is there right? Right?Solidly fortify everything into defense, now here I come!

When Gu Qingchen opened her eyes again, she was reborn back to when she was sixteen and gained the ability to read minds.

Once again facing those who pushed her to the brink, those who had harmed her, she smirked.

This time, just watch how she lived a colorful life this time around!

Why did that physically weak yet wicked and intelligent Mr. Rong, a man who was immobile yet could strategize like a master tactician kept looking for trouble with her?

How did a great foe become a great ally?

“Mr. Rong, is it alright to do the Rong family in like this?”

“If they dare to have ideas against my wife, then they better be ready for me working against them.”

“Don’t forget. You are also a member of the Rong family.”