Global Job Change: Starting With The Hidden Job, Lord Of The Death - Chapter 512 - Unsealing the Red Dragon Crystal!

The future young director will return to 10 years with the entertainment system.

Can you imagine using top-level special effects to shoot the scene of the prehistoric mythology movie?

Can you imagine the scene of making a virtual game and making players around the world addicted to martial arts?

Can you imagine changing the world, using a real-world setting?

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Argon got Isekaid to another world, and also got a system that can help him build a dungeon in a cultivation world, where people can get amazing treasures inside.And for our mc to get enough resources for upgrading the dungeon he also needs to kill the people that will enter his dungeon to get soul coins that will help him upgrade the dungeon.In a world where cultivation is the key to power and strength. Argon has the power to create dungeons - underground labyrinths filled with powerful monsters and valuable treasures.Using his unique abilities, Argon creates a dungeon in the heart of an unknown forest, hoping to attract powerful cultivators and increase his own strength. But as his dungeon grows in size and power, the top powerhouses in the world realized the danger of the dungeon, since the dungeon would pour out unknown monsters that will wreak havoc in the world.To survive in this new world, Argon must use all his cunning and strength to navigate the treacherous world of cultivation and defend his dungeon from those who seek to destroy it.

(Completed) She and he were born on the same year, month, day, and time, and on their first day of life, their unscrupulous parents arranged their future marriage.From then on... she began to cling to him.As a child, Luo Mengmeng would say in her baby voice to Gu Zhihan, “Husband, I want to marry you,” but he would grimace and respond, “Who would marry you!”When they grew up, Gu Zhihan hooked her chin, pinned her against the corner, and smirked, “Mengmeng, I heard getting married is cheap nowadays, I'll treat you.”From birth to kindergarten, elementary, middle school, high school, and university, they had always been together.[Growth literature, from childhood to adulthood, exclusively adored]

“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.