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I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The world was destroyed, torn to shreds by the war as it raged on. With the falling of nuclear bombs, the mutation strangely adapted and became an entirely new element. Those who couldn't withstand this mutation became beings tethering on the edge of life and death, becoming undead. Only a small population remains on the earth now. In this small population, some can adapt to the mutation and awaken unique powers in the apocalypse, while others are entirely unaffected, still like normal people. Ray was just a normal E-class awakener, but a faithful purple crystal changed everything. Through the purple crystal, a "system" activated inside him, which could allow him to get stronger the more he spreads his genes. Necromancer, wizard, martial artist to sorcerer - every single skill was possible as long as he spread his genes. From that moment, Ray walked the path of spreading his genes "for the sake of humanity." Author note: My MC is not some stupid shit who likes the enjoyment of being stupid, although he might not be the most high IQ person but he tries his best to strive for perfection and will do everything to get stronger, also he cares for his woman and doesn't abandon them. Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/g2WEFm86CY #no ntr, yaoi or yuri

Aurelius_Imperator · แฟนตาซี
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Con artist

What were politicians truly good at? The answer was simple: lying. Every single one of them made grand promises, most of which were impossible to fulfill. 

It didn't matter who they were or where they came from—deception seemed to run in their veins, passed down like an inherited trait. 

They possessed an uncanny ability to sway the masses, weaving lies and truths together so intricately that it became nearly impossible to tell them apart. This confusion led you to believe their words without engaging in any meaningful critical thought. 

It was through this cunning manipulation that they managed to strip away your rationality, steering you onto their bandwagon of empty assurances. 

As Ray watched the man's retreating figure fade into the distance, he couldn't help but be reminded of those very people.