Warring States Survival Guide - Chapter 8 - 6 Oddity

Ji Liao was particularly distressed lately. He had been “sexually harassed” (confessed to) for no reason (out of nowhere). Moreover, the other party was a man! Never mind that it was a man but it was well-known *class grass.

【Male Lead = Unhinged and Possessive + King of Jealousy + Model of Male Virtue + Aloof Beauty + Love at First Sight】【Female Lead = A Bit of a Drama Queen + Heart Sealed with Cement + Loves to Study + Calm and Rational + Beautiful and Holds Grudges】In the tenth year of being trapped by Zhou Mochen's side, Xu Su is reborn.Upon waking, she discovers she has returned to the summer vacation before her third year of junior high.At this time, Zhou Mochen has not yet appeared, the only person who cared for her—her grandmother—is still alive, and there is still time to remedy all regrets.Xu Su takes out her little notebook and writes down life's new rules:Regarding places where she might encounter Zhou Mochen—stay away.Regarding her parents from her past life who favored sons over daughters—escape her original family as soon as possible.Regarding her grandmother who died without dignity after a decade of hemiplegia—do not let the tragedy repeat; let her grandmother live out her golden years in peace.And the one thing she regretted most of all, her education—get into her dream university.In this life, all she wants is to study hard and improve herself every day.

Rowan Mercer was never meant to exist. Born in a covert mutant lab as Subject 757, he was engineered from the genes of Professor X and Magneto, then dismissed as a failure before he ever learned what he was capable of. His telepathy is faint, his magnetism weak, and the scientists who built him see him as little more than a disposable prototype.But Rowan is not alone in his own skin.The night he tries to sleep off another brutal training session, something in him fractures. His consciousness splits open, anchoring him to a second body in a different world entirely—an abused orphan in the shadows of Knockturn Alley, just days away from entering the wizarding world.Two bodies. Two lives. One mind.And then Rowan discovers the real impossibility:Every ability he trains in one world strengthens him in the other.Magic fuels mutation. Mutation fuels magic. And each new universe waiting beyond these two is another life ready to awaken.With X-23 preparing to lead a desperate escape, the wizarding world whispering of ancient power, and the multiverse itself unfolding like a map only he can read, Rowan begins to understand the truth:He isn’t a failed experiment.He is the blueprint for something the multiverse has never seen.A survivor.A weapon.A convergence.And the worlds that created him have no idea what he’s about to become.

“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.