The Story of Blood and Roses - Chapter 98 Look Them in The Eye

Qin Aofeng, a third-generation descendant of the great and prestigious Qin Family, was just as famous as his genius big brother Aotian, but was famed in Qin City for being the “Good-for-nothing Seventh Young Master.”

The compound is perilous, the clan is full of conflict. Before her rebirth, she dressed as a male, her birth a mystery. Because of her lack of talent, she was thought of as a worthless member of the clan. After her rebirth, she walked onto the path of a strong person, and lived on the continent like a fish in water.

Until one day at the capital city of the empire, the spear of the patriarch pointed to her young uncle that she always treasured, the “young male” that had always been undistinguished stood out, and astounded everyone, becoming a peerless genius. Ever since then, countless males and females became made for … …

The vast ancient forests, the deep bogs shrouded in back mist, the desolate and endless desert, the mountains and plains without any border where the magical beasts moved unhindered, this was a vast magical world.

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Leon transmigrated and became a lab rat for Hydra. But he ended up awakening the sign-in system.[Ding, sign-in reward: Glint-Glint Fruit(Pika Pika no Mi).]He starts by destroying the Hydra Base.He accumulated some time and got himself another reward![Ding! Get the sign-in reward: Sun Breathing Technique.]

Author Note: This story is only for those who like reading about overpowered protagonists, as our MC is going to be more than just overpowered.He is going to thrash anyone who comes in his way while enjoying his life.Also, it's a world travel novel; for those who have an interest in world travelling.................................................................The story is about a person who has lived through many lives, seen incredible things, and become one of the strongest if not the strongest beings around. Although he struggles to remember his past, he is determined to grow even stronger by utilizing his personal system as that would bring back his memories. He has one main mission - to enjoy life to the fullest - and he is absolutely committed to achieving it.Follow through the journey as he becomes the strongest (again?) and regains his memory while also enjoying his life along with his system and some other people.

“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.