MTL - I’m Scattering IQ to the Protagonist - Chapter 128 Spreading IQ for StarCraft

Traversing directly into the bridal chamber, the object turned out to be a princess!
A woman disguised as a man? The crime of bullying!
To be nice to the princess, but not to have too much contact with the princess?
You can’t be indifferent to the princess, and you have to keep a distance from the princess?
So, Tang Yunian spent every day like this…
daytime:
“His Royal Highness, the cakes made by my husband, would you like to try them?”
“Princess, this is the jade bracelet that my husband just bought today. Does the princess like it?”
“Princess, you like this flower, and I will plant a full garden for you!”
“…”
night:
“His Royal Highness, my husband is busy with official business today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“His Royal Highness, the husband is taking care of the mother today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“Princess, my husband is not feeling well today, so I won’t accompany the princess.”
“…”
One day and night it was dark and windy, and Tang Yunian started a familiar beginning again, “Your Highness Princess, for the husband…”
Her Royal Highness looked at her with burning eyes.
Swallowing his saliva and taking a deep breath, Tang Yunian told himself that beauty is important, life is more important, “For my husband…”
“Consort, do you have a hidden illness?” the princess asked.
I am not, I am not!
The princess pressed step by step, smiling brightly, “Actually, it doesn’t matter…”
“what?”
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1. The princess attacked and the concubine received.
2. 1v1, sweet text, overhead, daily cookie.
3. Soft, docile and beautiful little white rabbit (crossed out, big fog) attack, only beauty is true vs. I want to be a salted fish and enjoy life but it is not good
4. The concubine is committed to covering the vest to save his life, but he doesn’t know the sad story that the vest has already fallen off. Women’s clothing will be restored later.

Content tags: court marquis, travel through time and space, sweet text, disguise as a man, host
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As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!

Transform into Divine Dragon and dominate the world!

“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.