Nine Heavenly Thunder Manual - Chapter 359 – A Trace Of Unwillingness

I once sat and discussed with Newton, and I also walked side by side with Einstein.

I messed with Planck’s hairstyle, and I also wrote the preface to Zhang Zhongjing’s Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases.

All in all, this is a story about a schoolmaster traveling through time and space in ancient and modern China and abroad, using the wisdom of the predecessors to open up the future of mankind.

What? You say this is unscientific?

No, it’s very scientific!

Note:

This book is a black science and technology article, not the flow of the heavens, not the flow of the infinite, the protagonist will not have superpowers, everyone will know after reading it.

There is also an old book “Handbook of Conquering Another World” high-end 30,000 orders with an average order of 8,000+, welcome to read.

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He doesn’t just tame beasts—he conquers everything.Nothing is off-limits to Rex. Beasts. Humans. Gods. Artifacts. If it has a will, it belongs to him. He tames the untamable.“I’ll choose death over submission.”Foolish!“I’ll tame the soul—or devour you wholly.”Ding…[Taming {Primordial One's Soul} Successful]From the lowliest creatures to the most powerful gods, Rex's reach knows no bounds. His taming system grants him power over life, death, and even fate itself.No beast too mighty. No human too proud. No artifact too ancient.What if even the very consciousness of the world bows to him? Will he stop there or search for a bigger ground to dominate?---What to expect?- Overpowered MC- Fast to medium pacing of progression.- A fantasy world filled with diverse creatures and power system.- Join Rex and uncover the mysteries of this magical world!

《The Peter Pan who doesn’t want to grow up, Wang Chao & the Poor and Handsome Cinderella, Xie Zhuxing》

Two plain Jacks, one annoying and one scheming. An idiotic story that might not be sweet.

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“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.