MTL - I’m Scattering IQ to the Protagonist - Chapter 16 Spreading IQ for the national male god

Lucifer travels to the world of One Piece, binds the system, and obtains the fruit of words and the power of hell demons at the beginning.Everything Lucifer says will become reality, and matter can be summoned or generated through sound.Flash, lightning, fire, ice, magma, gravity, earthquake, all powerful abilities, Lucifer can use.By beheading enemies, Lucifer earns kill points, which buy more powerful powers.Akainu: As soon as Lucifer speaks, my magma can only be used to light candles.Kizaru: As soon as Lucifer opened his mouth, my flash was slower than a turtle.Whitebeard: My Shock Fruit can't shake a rock.Kaido: My immortality has failed.Redhead: Why is my strongest Conqueror's Haki gone?Five Elders: Please, stop talking.Lucifer: I haven't done it yet, why are you so stupid?Everyone: You didn't do anything, but you did.Lucifer: A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.From then on, a hell demon who used his mouth to attack invincible opponents all over the world was born.Disclaimer: This is Translation

Mesmerizing female moonlight priest, a beauty of the darkness who captivates the soul of others… They all flood to his side!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Losing his parent early on, he had to survive in a world he couldn´t even see… Blind and left alone, he was seen as a parasite by the social hierarchy of the new ages filled with martial arts and soulbonds