The Rising of the Scythe Hero - Chapter 1

When Wei Lizhou woke up, he found that he was actually a dog licking male partner in an F4 school danmei novel. the
In the novel, Wei Lizhou, the licking dog obsessed with the protagonist, has nothing left until the end. the
The Wei family property was divided up by F4, and even his life was lost because of the protagonist. the
Wei Lizhou after awakening: Wouldn’t it be nice to be a second generation? If a good person doesn’t do it, why do you have to be a dog! the
Wei Lizhou kicked over his dog-licking script. the
When Wei Lizhou first met the protagonist Shou, the protagonist Shou and his brother Yu Yiqing were being made things difficult by a group of dudes. the
According to the original plot, Wei Lizhou was supposed to stand up for the protagonist Shou, but this time he saved the protagonist Shou’s cannon fodder brother Yu Yiqing. the
Because Yu Yiqing helped Wei’s father when Wei’s family went bankrupt in the original plot. the
Wei Lizhou always thought that he saved a poor little boy, so he protected Yu Yiqing like an old hen all day long, worried that Yu Yiqing would be bullied by the protagonist Shou and F4. the
But he didn’t know that Yu Yiqing was not only able to fight on par with the F4 families in the later stage of the original text, but also…”poor little” he had just been reborn from the previous life! the

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In a world where dungeon runners rise to fame by mastering their classes and conquering impossible threats, Alexander was never meant to be part of it. No class. No path. Just a quiet life.When a mysterious portal drags him into a hidden realm known as his Inner Path, Alexander unlocks a class no one has seen before: Beholder. There’s no fanfare. No guidance. Only eyes that see too much, and power that threatens to unravel his mind with every use.Now, trapped in an abyssal dungeon that reshapes itself around eldritch laws, Alexander must survive alone.But with each victory, his vision sharpens. His spells twist reality. And the deeper he goes, the more the world outside should start to worry.Because when he returns-They won’t be able to look away.

“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.