MTL - The Star Light Shines When He Came - Chapter 64 Pickpickmeup

Tang Chuxia, with her ample bosom, slender waist, and long legs, has a face that's both innocent and sultry. Unfortunately, she's known as a crazy beauty!Gu Beihuai, with wide shoulders, long legs, and a 'hound's waist,' is rigid and highly capable, but he's also willful and extremely arrogant in private.Everyone knows that Gu Beihuai detests his childhood friend Tang Chuxia, and they despise each other on sight.In everyone's view, even if they were the last two people on earth, they would never end up together.However, at a matchmaking event organized by the compound, the charming and seductive Tang Chuxia ends up pinned against a wall, surprisingly by the old-fashioned Gu Beihuai.“Don't you like me?”His hands firmly grasping Tang Chuxia's slender waist, he hears her whisper in his ear: “Once we're married, can I kiss you as much as I want?”

Video games are one of the important ways to entertain people in the new era.

However, Take Yuxing from Japan, who traveled to a parallel world, found that the game industry in this world was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that it had never arisen.

So Zhu Yuxing decided to bring the ninth art to the world.

“Mom, Super Mario 3 is out! This is my most wanted Christmas present!”

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“My Zelda is addicted to picking branches and has no intention to save the princess”

“It was Link who saved the princess!”

“Huh? Is it? Well Zelda”

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“I am willing to sacrifice my soul just to protect the fire girl!”

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“More than racing, Forza is YYDS!”

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“Tifa is my eternal goddess!”

Games never sleep, this is a story that will only focus on developing the game entertainment industry.

(This story is a parallel universe and does not insinuate any related characters. Any similarity is purely coincidental)

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Dale Mitchell, your average guy in a below-average job. But, what happens to him is anything but average. After hitting someone in his truck, his world was turned upside down, inside out, and more than fifty shades of grey.

Now, he seems to be something called a World Keeper, and must create and manage his own world. Is this his afterlife, or something else entirely?

“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.