The Myriad Worlds Are All My Clones

You've absorbed almost a hundred versions of yourself, right? You're only improving your physique, not your brain. You rely on others for all your research; you can't understand it yourself. How did you graduate with a Master's degree in Materials Science from MIT at twenty? Didn't absorbing these enhancements provide a comprehensive boost? Didn't they increase your IQ? I even feel like I don't have as much brainpower as before.

Chapter 33, with its groveling to Iron Man, is even more disgusting. Deleting this book is out of the question.

A rambling account, full of rambling explanations, with barely any content and the rest being filler.

This is too much of a burden on the protagonist. What kind of book is this? One person has 15 points of spirit, and after merging with dozens of others, they only get a dozen or so points. Forget multiplication and addition, it's practically division!

I've seen plenty of people who eat human flesh, but it's rare to see someone who's eaten a hundred and still can't compare to a single genius.

Judging from the first picture, you can tell that the protagonist is a pseudo-American, probably a bootlicker of the Avengers. Unsure if he'll die, instead of running to China, he goes to work for Iron Man's company. Does he know he has the protagonist's halo and won't die?

Absorbing the selves from various worlds isn't a crossover story; it's a self-consuming story. Each chapter absorbs eight selves, and each chapter even explains which obscure world each self came from—a purely narrative chapter. If a hundred worlds were developed by one self, wouldn't that be just another purely narrative chapter?

It would be better to focus solely on Marvel, mentioning only the benefits gained from other universes. The combined traffic of all other universes is less than a drop in the ocean of Marvel alone. To become popular, you have to only write about high-traffic universes; otherwise, this project will be abandoned.

The main character seems like a complete waste; all he does is eat his clones.

Seeing that the author finished one book in just five, I'm completely bewildered.