MTL - Escape Game: I Awakened Survival Simulator - Chapter 234 : I'm so dignified, you let me sweep the streets?

Ordinary Version:When a scientific researcher travels to a world that seeks the truth of the universe through scientific methods...Wang Qi: Our motto is—master mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and you won't be afraid of pursuing immortality!Discovery Channel Version:Why is 'Heavenly Calculation Atlas' related to the theory of evolution?What is the connection between the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword and probability cloud?How do cultivators build an immortality atomic bomb?How is quantum mechanics represented in cultivation?Why are the supreme experts from thousands of years ago and today's ring grandpa judged as 'misleading the youth' and 'useless'?What is the connection between Quantum Venerable Master Bao'er, Daoist Hei Senbao of Uncertainty, and Taiyi Heavenly Venerable Ai Citan with great scientists like Bohr, Heisenberg, and Einstein?Let's follow the host, oh no, the protagonist Wang Qi, as we enter today's 'Exploring Immortality Cultivation' and uncover the secrets of scientific cultivation.

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

The legendary Qin Chen from the Tianwu Continent accidentally fell into the Martial Domain because of his friend’s betrayal.

Three hundred years later, he was reincarnated on an illegitimate son of the royal palace who had been bullied.

He used his previous life accomplishments, concentrating on his skills, refining the pill, and rising against the sky, rising strongly, and embarking on a shocking journey that shocked the mainland.

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.