MTL - I’m Scattering IQ to the Protagonist - Chapter 155 Spreading IQ for cannon ash refugees

In his previous life, because of a cultivation technique that he could not cultivate, Sword Genius Ling Dao was hunted down by the Purple Vine Holy Land multiple times. Not long ago, the Purple Vine Holy Land killed many disciple of Ling Family s. In the end, he was still suppressed by a peerless expert at the bottom of the Divine Sword Mountain. Day and night, he suffered the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart!

After his reincarnation, he was Crown Prince Xiao Yao. However, because of the Sword Qi in his body, Ling Dao had become extremely weak, and was unable to cultivate. His mother had left him when he was five, in order to find a cure. His father had barged into the Celestial Dragon Forbidden Area for him a year ago and still had not returned.

The King Carefree Palace had been annihilated, Jiang Zhong fled a thousand miles away with him, and Jiang Zhong, on top of the Celestial Sect, had been humiliated … The misfortune that followed after, was that it accidentally helped him to open the peerless Desolate Immortal Slaying Force cultivation technique, and from then on embarked on a journey that defies the heavens! ” It won’t be long before I make them regret their actions! “

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Wang Bin unexpectedly gained the ability to travel between the post-apocalyptic world and the real world. In the apocalypse, he organized a powerful team and continuously transported gold back to the real world.Using the gold from the apocalypse, Wang Bin built a commercial empire in the real world, eventually becoming the wealthiest person on Earth. His every word and action could influence the rise and fall of entire nations.At the same time, his development in the apocalypse was equally impressive.Through countless brutal battles, he ultimately established the largest and safest settlement in the dying apocalyptic world, making an extraordinary contribution to the survival of humanity.

In the twenty-ninth year of the First Emperor, Bo Langsha was attacked.

When Ying Zheng merged the memories of the 21st century history doctor, looked at the mighty mountains and rivers in front of him, and said to himself, “In this life, my Daqin can’t die!”

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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.