Craved by the Wrong Volkov - Chapter 348: A scandal

It's been 25 years since the apocalypse, when the world we knew changed forever. It was then that terrible monsters appeared and some of humanity evolved to fight them.Seraphine a 18 year old citizen in Newber, was living a peaceful life with her parents, learning at the Academy, to get a nice job within the government. At least, until everything turned for the worse and she ended up as an Evolved in a destroyed city.

In the year Jin Stratus was born, Humanity had long since conquered the stars, with their sights now set on a cosmos filled with unimaginable horrors.Yet in a universe that is but one bubble in an endless sea of realities, on a worthless blue planet beneath a crumbling city, a slum rat named Jin Stratus awakens to his destiny.When the “Door to the Myriad Worlds” descends, Jin steps through, armed with nothing but his unyielding will and his innate comprehension-defying talent—“Against-Heaven’s Understanding.”In the Great Universe of the Starry Sea, where ancient beings can erase galaxies with a sigh and traverse endless light-years in a single stride, Jin is nothing but dust. But with each battle, each world, and each bloody step, he transcends the world that seeks to oppress him, forging himself into a being unrivaled across all realms.[Your Understanding is Against-Heaven.]-You have comprehended the “Bone Marrow Blood Tempering Divine Technique.”-You have evolved “Fist of Falling Thunder” into the “Thunder World Creation Technique.”-You have witnessed the collapse and rebirth of worlds, grasping the “Cosmic Palm Domain.”-You have obtained the “Limitless Incarnation Method.”From the gutter alleys of the Lower Slums to the endless cosmos, Jin Stratus will ensure the world remembers his name—For throughout heaven and earth, he alone… can comprehend it all.And he alone will become the strongest.

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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