The column of light had not faded.
It hung above the Lake of Vitality like a divine javelin thrust into the heavens, pulsing with colors that mortal eyes had no names for.
The immortal-grade formations of the Qin family’s forbidden zone—barriers that had withstood assaults from Great Emperors, wards that had deflected the prying eyes of ancient monsters—lay in tatters, shredded like paper screens before a hurricane.
And Tian still floated.
His tiny infant body hung suspended in the air above the emerald waters, wrapped in a cocoon of golden light.
His eyes were closed, his expression serene, but the power radiating from him was anything but peaceful.
It was primal.
It was ancient.
It was the sound of destiny being rewritten.
Then the second vision came.
— The sky above the lake split.
A roar tore through the fabric of reality—a sound so deep, so vast, so absolutely primal that the very stars seemed to tremble in their celestial perches.
It was not the roar of a beast.
It was the roar of a sovereign.
The roar of something that had existed before the concept of “dragon” had been defined, before the first scale had touched the first ray of primordial light.
A massive golden dragon materialized in the vision, its body coiling through the heavens like a living mountain range cast in molten gold.
Each scale was the size of a palace, gleaming with an internal light that spoke of absolute, unyielding power.
Its horns were spiraled towers of obsidian and gold.
Its claws could rend continents.
And its eyes—its eyes burned with the wisdom of ten thousand epochs and the fury of a being that had never known defeat.
The dragon roared again, and the vision showed it charging into a battlefield.
Great Emperors.
Dozens of them.
Figures whose very names would have been prayers in the mortal realm, whose auras could shatter holy lands with a single pulse.
They raised their weapons—Immortal-grade swords, Heaven-shaking spears, artifacts that had drunk the blood of civilizations—and they attacked as one.
The golden dragon did not dodge.
It moved.
Its body was a cataclysm given form.
A single sweep of its tail shattered three Great Emperors into motes of light.
A claw swipe erased five more from existence.
Its scales turned aside strikes that could have split planets, and when it breathed—when that terrible, beautiful maw opened and unleashed a torrent of golden annihilation—a dozen Great Emperors simply ceased.
The vision lingered on the aftermath: the dragon floating in a void choked with the debris of broken worlds, its golden scales unmarred, its eyes still burning with undiminished power.
The strongest physical body in all of creation.
Absolute durability.
Regeneration that made a mockery of death.
Long Yue’s hand flew to her mouth.
“That’s…” Her voice cracked, her golden eyes wide with something that looked almost like reverence.
“That’s the Primordial Dragon Ancestor.
The very first.
The one from whom all dragon bloodlines descend.” Her breasts heaved as she struggled to breathe.
Tears—real, hot tears—spilled down her cheeks.
The tears of the great emperor of happiness looking at her ancestor.
“Our son…
our little Tian’er has awakened the Immortal Body of the Primordial Dragon like me !!.” The other women stared at the fading dragon vision, their faces masks of shock and awe.
Even Qin Mei, who had just witnessed her own clan’s supreme physique manifest in her child, found herself speechless.
The Primordial Dragon Body was not merely an Immortal Physique—it was the Immortal Physique of the dragon race, the apex of physical cultivation, the body that made its wielder an unkillable god of close combat.
Before anyone could speak, the third vision bloomed.
— The golden light shifted to crimson.
A battlefield stretched across the vision—not the void of stars, but a realm of fire and shadow the realm looked ancient , of jagged peaks and rivers of molten rock.
This was the Demon Realm, the primordial home of the infernal races, and it was burning with the fires of war.
At the center of it all stood a woman.
She was unmistakably a demon.
Her horns curved upward like obsidian crowns, her hair was a cascade of liquid ruby, and her eyes—her eyes were twin suns of malevolent crimson that held the weight of absolute command.
Her body was voluptuous beyond reason, clad in armor of blackened scales that hugged every curve, and in her hand, she held a sword that seemed to drink the light from the world around it.
She raised that sword, and billions of demons roared.
The vision swept across the army she commanded.
Succubi with wings of gossamer and eyes of molten gold.
Banshees whose very presence warped the air with sorrow.
Horned berserkers whose muscles rippled with power that could crack mountains.
Shadow demons that flowed like liquid darkness.
Infernal lords whose auras pressed against the boundary of Great Emperor.
Hundreds of clans.
Thousands of bloodlines.
All of them united under a single banner, a single will, a single empress.
She spoke a single word that could not be heard but was felt—a command that resonated in the blood of every demon who had ever lived, who was living, who would ever live.
And they charged.
The vision showed her leading them into battle against impossible odds—golden- men who sought to purge the darkness from existence.
And she won.
Not through trickery.
Not through schemes.
Through sheer, absolute, undeniable dominion.
The demons did not follow her because they feared her.
They followed her because she was theirs.
The true ruler.sovereign.
The one born with the body that make her able to use the powers of other demon clans with out any problems living symbol of unity that the fractured races had not seen since the dawn of chaos.
Zhou Meng’s ruby eyes were not wide with shock like the others.
They were wide with recognition.
“The Immortal Body of the Hundred Demons like mines ,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
Her hand, still cupping Tian’s tiny foot, trembled.
“The same the body that i have and that can command all demon races as their true and rightful sovereign…” She understood now.
The succubus fruit.
The banshee flower.
The treasures that were meant for “the one destined to be their king.” They were very helpful for her son to form the immortal demon body .
.
“Sister Zhou…” Ling Xue’s divine voice was gentle but probing.
“What does this mean?” This means our baby is the future ruler of alll the demon clans like me like me Zhou meng said happily.
— Before the weight of that revelation could fully settle, the fourth vision descended.
The crimson battlefield faded, replaced by a scene of impossible serenity.
A mountain peak rose through clouds of spun silver, its summit a platform of white jade that gleamed under a sky filled with gentle, eternal light.
And there, standing at the edge of that peak, was a woman.
Her face could not be seen.
It was not hidden by a veil or obscured by shadow—it was simply beyond perception, as if the very concept of her features was too sacred for mortal or immortal eyes to comprehend.
Her hair, however, was visible: a cascade of pure white that fell to her ankles, each strand glowing with an internal radiance that spoke of divinity so absolute it made Ling Xue’s goddess aura feel like a candle before the sun.
The woman’s body was perfect—not in the way of seduction, but in the way of inevitability.
Every curve, every line, every proportion was exactly as it should be, as if she had been sculpted by the universe itself as a template for what “divine” was meant to mean.
Before her, rising from the abyss below the mountain, came a beast.
It was massive.
Its body blotted out the stars behind it, a mountain of fur and fang and malevolent intelligence.
Its eyes were pools of liquid hatred.
Its claws could tear holes in the fabric of space.
Its cultivation aura was so vast, so crushing, that even the vision seemed to strain under its weight—a beast that had devoured entire realms, that had slaughtered Great Emperors like livestock, that had been ancient when the first stars were born.
It roared, and reality cracked.
The woman raised her hand.
Not a sword.
Not a divine artifact.
Just her hand—slender fingers, pale skin, a palm that looked soft enough to bruise from a flower’s touch.
She slapped.
The motion was casual.
Almost lazy.
The kind of gesture a noblewoman might use to dismiss a servant.
The beast died.
Its massive body simply…
stopped.
The malevolent intelligence in its eyes winked out.
The mountain of flesh and fur collapsed into the abyss, and the woman turned away before it had even finished falling, as if she had already forgotten its existence.
Then the vision shifted, and the same woman stood at the center of a storm—a tempest of purple-black lightning that raged with the fury of an apocalypse.
The Immortal Divine Thunder, the vision seemed to whisper, a supernatural power that was not learned but born, generated by the very bones within her body.
She raised her hand again, and the lightning answered, coalescing into a spear of absolute destruction that she hurled into the void with the force of a dying star.
Immortal God Bones.
The vision faded, and Ling Xue was the first to speak, her divine voice trembling with joy “That power…
the palm that killed the ancient beast…
that was not cultivation.
That was an authority.
A supernatural power generated by the physique itself.” “The Immortal God Bones of the goddess race , ” Qin Mei murmured.
“It does not merely grant strength.
It grants unique abilities.
Exclusive supernatural powers that evolve with the wielder.
Our Tian’er…” He has 4 immortal body’s of our clans .
Ling xue said with joy .
— As they thought the visions have ended.
The fifth and final vision came not with a roar, but with a smile.
It was smaller than the others.
Quieter.
Softer.
And somehow, it was the most terrifying of all.
A young woman stood in a forest bathed in eternal spring.
Her hair was black as raven feathers, cascading down her back in silken waves.
Her face—like the divine woman before her—could not be fully perceived, but for a different reason.
It was not sacred incomprehension that hid her features.
It was the universe itself protecting her, wrapping her in a cocoon of fortune so dense that even a vision could not pierce it.
She was lovely.
That much was clear.
Even without seeing her face, the impression she left was one of breathtaking, innocent beauty.
The girl picked a fruit from a nearby tree.
The vision zoomed in on the fruit, and even the five mothers—women who had just casually handled supreme-grade treasures—gasped.
The fruit was great Emperor Grade.
At minimum.
Its surface was etched with Dao symbols so profound that looking at them too long made the eyes ache.
Any cultivator in the realm would have killed their own family for a single bite.
The girl ate it like it was an apple.
Her cultivation soared.
Realm after realm shattered as she chewed, breakthroughs happening so fast they blurred together.
When she finished, she licked her fingers and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Then she found an egg.
It was nestled in a bed of immortal-grade spirit grass, pulsing with a gentle, golden light.
The shell was covered in patterns that shifted like living constellations.
Whatever was inside was not a beast—it was a legend.
A Heavenly Beast of such high rank that even the phoenix dozing outside the Qin family’s secret realm would have bowed its head in deference.
The girl picked it up, cooed at it like a lost puppy, and tucked it under her arm.
The vision faded with her walking into the sunset, a gentle, lucky breeze ruffling her hair.
Immortal Luck Dao Body.
The silence that followed was deafening.
It was Su Meiyao, the composed merchant queen, who finally broke it.
Her black-hole eyes were wide, her pale face even paler than usual.
“That physique…” She swallowed.
“It is said that those born with the Immortal Luck Dao Body are heaven’s most beloved children.
They do not face tribulations.
They do not encounter bottlenecks.
Opportunities fall into their laps like rain.
They live lives of such perfect, blessed fortune that even Great Emperors would weep with envy.
They are…
they are darling’s of haven .” Zhou Meng’s demonic aura flickered.
“Our son has this?” “He has all of them,” Ling Xue corrected, her divine voice hushed.
“Eyes of Time and Reincarnation.
Primordial Dragon Body.
Hundred Demons Body.
Immortal God Bones.
Immortal Luck Dao Body.
Five Immortal Physiques.
Five.” “At least,” Qin Mei said, echoing the words of the Twelfth Ancestor.
“Qin Rou said at least five.
There may be more.” The five women stared at their floating son, their faces a mixture of overwhelming love, fierce pride, and joy .
— The visions faded.
The column of light retracted.
Tian floated gently down into the waiting arms of his mothers, his tiny body still glowing faintly with residual power.
He opened his eyes.
They were still the eyes of a newborn—curious, innocent, adorably unfocused.
But for just a moment, as he gazed up at the five most beautiful women in the realm, there was something else in those depths.
Something ancient.
Something knowing.
Then it was gone, replaced by the universal infant expression of I want milk.
Qin Mei scooped him up first, pressing him to her magnificent chest with a laugh that was half joy .
“You terrifying little monster,” she whispered into his soft hair.
“You beautiful, perfect, impossible little monster.” “Share him!” Long Yue demanded, her dragon horns practically quivering with need.
“I want to hold our little dragon prince!” “No, me!” Zhou Meng’s ruby eyes were still joy , but her arms were already reaching.
“He has the Hundred Demons Body!
He needs his demon mother!” “Ladies, please,” Ling Xue said, her divine composure cracking as she physically wedged herself between the others.
“The Goddess Race’s representative must have her turn—” Su Meiyao simply activated a movement technique and appeared at the center of the cluster, plucking Tian from Qin Mei’s arms with the precision of a master thief.
“Business before pleasure, sisters.
I refined the pill.
I get the first cuddle.” “THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!” 4 woman all yelled together Tian, for his part, simply enjoyed the chaos.
His tiny body was passed from one set of warm, soft arms to another, pressed against breasts that could have been sculpted by the gods, kissed by lips that empires would have gone to war to touch.
His infant mind—still mostly the consciousness of a trash-novel-devouring Earth man—had exactly one coherent thought: This is definitely, absolutely, without question…
the best reincarnation ever.
— The tender chaos might have continued indefinitely had the air not suddenly grown heavy.
It was a subtle shift at first—a pressure that crept in like a fog, settling over the secret realm with the weight of accumulated millennia.
The primordial beasts lounging outside the zone stirred.
The phoenix opened one eye.
The qilin lifted its head and let out a low, rumbling sound that might have been greeting or might have been warning.
Then the first elder appeared.
She stepped out of a tear in space—a rip that opened without sound and closed without trace—and the moment her foot touched the ground, the ambient Qi in the air bowed.
Her hair was white as fresh snow, cascading down her back in elegant waves.
Her face was that of a mature beauty—perhaps thirty years in appearance, though her eyes held the weight of someone who had watched civilizations rise and fall like the turning of pages.
Those eyes were a pale, piercing silver, and they were fixed on Tian with an intensity that would have made lesser beings spontaneously combust.
Her figure was no less generous than the five mothers’—full breasts that strained against robes of silver and white, a waist so narrow it seemed to defy physics, hips that curved with the confidence of absolute power.
She radiated an aura that pressed against the boundary of Immortal, and her presence alone made the very air feel thick and sacred.
Qin Qingyue.
The White-Haired Matriarch.
First Elder of the Qin Family Council.
Great Emperor of the Peak stage, half a step from Quasi-Immortal, and one of the most respected voices among all the forbidden forces.
Behind her, more figures emerged.
Hundreds of them.
They came through spatial tears, descended from the sky, rose from the shadows of the ancient trees.
Every single one of them was a woman, and every single one of them was breathtaking.
Silver hair, black hair, blue hair, white hair—a rainbow of beauty that stretched across the shore of the Lake of Vitality.
Their figures were universally mature, universally voluptuous, universally radiating power that would have made Supreme Holy Land ancestors feel like children playing with sticks.
And every single one was at least a Great Emperor.
The five mothers tensed instinctively—not with fear, but with the ingrained respect of juniors before seniors.
They clutched Tian tighter, forming a protective circle around him, their maternal instincts overriding even their recognition of their own clan elders.
Then the final presence arrived.
She did not step through a tear.
She did not descend from the sky.
She simply was there, in the space between one heartbeat and the next, as if reality itself had blinked and she had filled the gap.
Qin Rou.
The Rakasha.
The Twelfth Ancestor.
An Immortal.
Her hair was black as the void between stars, cascading over shoulders that had borne the weight of eternity.
Her body was the same mature, voluptuous perfection as her descendants—full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips—but her presence was something else entirely.
It was the presence of a being who had transcended the limits that bound everyone else in the realm.
She was not merely powerful.
She was inevitable.
Her ancient eyes—cold and indifferent as the heat death of the universe—swept across the gathering and settled on the tiny bundle in Qin Mei’s arms.
And she smiled.
It was a small smile.
A gentle smile.
The kind of smile that should have been impossible on a face that had seen everything and forgotten more than most civilizations would ever know.
“So,” Qin Rou said, her voice soft but carrying through the absolute silence like a divine decree, “this is the little monster who has awakened five physiques and torn apart our immortal formations.” The elders parted like a sea of silk and power, creating a path between the Twelfth Ancestor and the five mothers.
Qin Rou walked forward, her footsteps making no sound on the jade-white shore.
The five mothers bowed.
It was not a casual bow.
It was the full, formal salute of the forbidden forces—hands cupped before them, bodies bending at the perfect angle of absolute respect.
Even Long Yue, the proud dragon.
Even Zhou Meng, the demon empress.
Even Ling Xue, the goddess.
Even Su Meiyao, the merchant queen.
Even Qin Mei, the direct descendant.
An Immortal was an Immortal.
And Qin Rou was not merely any Immortal—she was one of the original pillars upon which the Qin family had been built, a living fossil from an era so distant that history had forgotten its name.
“Twelfth Ancestor,” they said in unison, their voices carrying genuine reverence.
“We greet you.” Qin Qingyue and the other elders also bowed, their own salutes no less deep.
“We greet the Twelfth Ancestor.” Qin Rou waved her hand, and the air itself seemed to soften.
“Rise.
All of you.
There is no need for such formality when we have witnessed a miracle.” She stepped closer to the five mothers, her ancient eyes fixed on Tian.
The infant gazed back at her with unfocused curiosity, his tiny hands reaching up as if trying to grab the power that radiated from her like heat from a sun.
“May I?” Qin Rou asked.
The question was directed at Qin Mei, but it was phrased with a gentleness that surprised everyone.
Immortals did not ask.
They took.
But Qin Rou was asking, and there was something in her voice there was pride and joy .
Qin Mei hesitated for only a heartbeat before carefully transferring Tian into the ancient immortal’s arms.
Qin Rou held him like he was made of glass.
Her cold, indifferent eyes softened.
The weight of eternity seemed to lift from her shoulders as she gazed down at the infant.
“Five physiques,” she murmured.
“The Eyes of Time.
The Dragon Body.
The Hundred Demons.
The God Bones.
The Luck Body.” She traced a finger gently down his cheek, and Tian cooed, grabbing at her finger with both tiny hands.
“And your so cute .” She looked up at the assembled elders, at the five mothers, at the hundreds of powerful women who were waiting on her every word.
“This child,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty, “is the future of strogest member not just the Qin family, but of all five forbidden forces.
He is the first male.
The first to bear all our bloodlines.
The first to awaken so many Immortal Physiques.
” She looked down at Tian again, and her smile returned—smaller this time, almost secretive.
“He must be always protected by atlest 10 elders understand.
” She said with authority even if she didn’t raise her voice that is the power of an Immortal .
The elders bowed as one.
“We hear and obey, Twelfth Ancestor.” — The hours that followed were a blur of adoration.
Tian was passed from elder to elder, each one cooing and fussing over him with an enthusiasm that completely shattered their ancient, composed facades.
These were women who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, who had commanded armies and shattered sects and made decisions that shaped the fate of the Primordial Realm—and they were squealing over a baby.
“Look at his tiny fingers!” “His eyes are so bright!
So intelligent!” “He has Qin Mei’s nose, don’t you think?” “No, no, he definitely has Long Yue’s chin.” “You’re both wrong.
He has the Zhou family’s cheekbones.
Look at that bone structure!” “Ladies, please, he is a perfect blend of all five bloodlines.
That is the entire point.” Qin Qingyue, the White-Haired Matriarch, finally managed to reclaim Tian from the swarm of elders and held him up to the light of the setting spiritual sun.
Her silver eyes were misty with how adorable qin tian looked .
Tian, for his part, had decided that the best response to all of this was to look as adorable as possible and occasionally reach for the nearest breast.
This strategy proved devastatingly effective.
They all giggle see how adorable Tian looked .
But beneath his cherubic exterior, his mind was racing.
Okay.
Okay okay okay.
Let me process this.
I have five Immortal Physiques.
I am the first male born to five all-female forbidden clans.
I am apparently destined for something huge.
Hundreds of Great Emperor-level women just showed up to coo at me.
An actual Immortal held me in her arms and said I have a adorable face .
This is…
a lot.
But honestly?
I can work with this.
I wished for a cultivation world with a harem, and the universe delivered five impossibly hot mothers and hundreds of aunties who all look like supermodels.
This is the opposite of a problem.
He was so busy congratulating himself that he almost missed it.
Almost.
— [DING!] The sound echoed in his mind—a crystalline chime that was utterly unlike any noise a baby should be hearing.
[Supreme Villain System activated.] Tian’s infant heart skipped a beat.
His tiny body went rigid in Qin Qingyue’s arms.
Wait.
[Synchronizing with Host consciousness…
Synchronization complete.] Wait wait wait.
[Welcome, Host.
This system will guide you on the path to becoming the Supreme Villain of the Primordial Realm.] WAIT.
The voice that spoke was not mechanical.
It was not cold.
It was…
beautiful.
A mature woman’s voice—husky and warm and layered with harmonics that made his tiny spine tingle.
It was the voice of a big sister who had seen everything, who knew everything, who could tease you mercilessly and comfort you in the same breath.
A voice that promised power.
And pleasure.
And things he probably shouldn’t be thinking about as a newborn.
[Would the Host like to review the system functions?] Tian’s mind—the part of him that had devoured hundreds of webnovels on Earth—kicked into overdrive.
System.
I have a system.
I have a VILLAIN system.
He knew what this meant.
He had read these stories.
The villain system was not for the faint of heart.
It was for hunting protagonists.
For stealing opportunities.
For crushing the chosen ones beneath his heel.
It was for becoming the enemy of heaven’s darlings—the Sons of Fortune who could fall off cliffs and find Emperor weapons, who could offend ancient monsters and be rescued by beautiful masters, who could walk into a restaurant and accidentally order the dish that would awaken their hidden bloodline.
Those protagonists.
The ones with plot armor so thick it could tank a universe-ending attack.
And he was supposed to hunt them?
“System,” he thought, his mental voice steady despite the panic beginning to bubble beneath the surface, “explain your functions.
Slowly.
In detail.” [Of course, Host.] The system’s voice purred in his mind, and he could almost imagine the speaker—a voluptuous older sister leaning close, her breath warm against his ear, her smile knowing and just a little wicked.
[The Supreme Villain System exists to make you the greatest villain the Primordial Realm has ever known.
Your primary objective is to hunt the Chosen Ones—the Sons of Fortune, the Protagonists, the darlings of heaven who are destined to rise to the pinnacle of power.] [Every living creature possesses a Luck Value.
This value determines their fortune, their opportunities, and their destiny.
The ranks are as follows:] [Black Luck: The cursed.
Short lives.
Miserable fates.
Death follows them like a shadow.] [White Luck: Ordinary mortals.
Neutral fortune.
Neither blessed nor cursed.] [Green Luck: Slightly fortunate.
Small blessings.
A discount at a store.
A lucky find.] [Blue Luck: Generally lucky.
Smooth lives if they avoid danger.
Occasional treasures and opportunities.] [Purple Luck: Very fortunate.
Smooth cultivation.
Can reach Saint Realm even without special physiques.] [Gold Luck: Sons of Fortune.
Protagonists.
Heaven’s darlings.
Massive opportunities.
Breakthroughs come easily.
Fall off cliffs, find Emperor weapons.] [Red Luck: Top-grade Sons of Fortune.
The strongest luck below destiny-level.
Every step they take lands on a treasure.
Every enemy they make becomes a stepping stone.] Tian absorbed this.
It matched what he knew from novels.
The color-coded luck system.
The hierarchy of fortune.
[Your goal, Host, is to hunt these Sons of Fortune.
Humiliate them.
Steal their opportunities.
Take their heroines—the Daughters of Fortune who support them on their journeys.
The more you take from them, the more Luck Value you accumulate.
The more Luck Value you have, the more the system can unlock.] “Heroines?” Tian asked, though he already knew the answer.
[Daughters of Fortune.
Women blessed with Purple, Gold, or Red Luck.
They are essential pillars of support for the Sons of Fortune—providing resources, connections, emotional support, and often romantic fulfillment.
If you make them fall in love with you, submit to you, or become your loyal followers, you will gain massive Luck Points immediately and a steady monthly income thereafter.] [They are treasures, Host.
Just as valuable as any cultivation resource.
Perhaps more.] Tian’s infant face remained perfectly serene, but internally, he was screaming.
This is insane.
This is absolutely insane.
I’m supposed to hunt protagonists?
The chosen ones?
The people with plot armor thicker than a planet?!
I’ve read enough novels to know how this ends!
You go after a Son of Fortune, and suddenly their hidden master appears, or they awaken their sealed memories, or they pull out a forbidden technique that lets them fight across three major realms— “System,” he thought, trying to keep his mental voice calm, “can I not be the enemy of these Sons of Fortune?
Can I just…
ignore them?
Live my life?
Enjoy my five mothers and my hundreds of aunties and just…
be happy?” There was a pause.
Then the system’s voice returned, and it was gentler than before.
Almost sympathetic.
[Host…
you have already formed a grudge with a Son of Fortune.] Tian’s blood ran cold.
“What?!” [The Succubus and Banshee Clans’ holy treasures.
The Heart Fruit and the Desire Flower.
They were meant for the one destined to be their king—a Son of Fortune with Red Luck, ] [By consuming them, you have indirectly stolen his all his harem.] [His Luck Value was tied to those treasures.
Now that Luck flows to you.] [The enmity is already written in the Dao.
You and he are destined to clash.
The only question is whether you will be ready when it happens.] Tian lay in Qin Qingyue’s arms, his tiny fists clenched, his baby heart pounding.
No.
No no no no no.
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn’t choose this!
I just…
I was just born!
His infant gaze shifted, slowly, inexorably, toward the woman responsible.
Zhou Meng.
His demon mother.
The Supreme Demon Empress.
The one who had contributed those damned fruits to the pill that had given him the Hundred Demons Body.
She caught his gaze and her ruby eyes softened instantly.
“Oh!
Is our little Tian’er hungry again?” She plucked him from Qin Qingyue’s arms before the elder could protest and pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek.
“Come, come.
Mama Zhou will feed you.” And just like that, his anger evaporated.
Her lips were soft.
Her scent—night-blooming roses and something darker, something demonic and alluring—wrapped around him like a blanket.
Her breast was warm and full and exactly at the right height, and when she guided his mouth to her nipple, he latched on without a second thought.
…Fine.
I can’t stay mad at her.
Look at her.
She’s perfect.
She’s my mother.
She just wanted me to be the best.
And apparently, I’m going to need to be the best, because some demon king out there already wants me dead.
He drank deeply, letting the sweet, energy-rich milk soothe his racing mind.
When he was finished, he let his eyes drift closed and pretended to sleep.
Inside, he was still very much awake.
“System,” he thought, “shouldn’t there be a novice gift pack?” The system’s laugh was like wind chimes dipped in honey.
[Ara~ The Host is well-informed.
Yes, there is a Novice Gift Pack.
Would the Host like to open it?] “Do I have to say ‘open’?
Can’t you just open it?” [Protocols must be observed, Host.
Please say the command.] Tian suppressed a mental sigh.
“Open the Novice Gift Pack.” [DING!
Opening Novice Gift Pack…] [DING!
Congratulations, Host!
You have received: the Stone of Fusion and Upgrade (1x)!] [DING!
Congratulations, Host!
You have received: an Innate Heavenly Dao Treasure — the Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens!] [DING!
Congratulations, Host!
You have received: an Immortal Rank Technique exclusive to the Host — the Dao Body of joy Evil!] Tian’s mental jaw dropped.
“Wait.
Wait wait wait.
A Heavenly Dao Treasure?
An Immortal Rank technique?
In the novice pack?” [The Supreme Villain System does not do things by halves, Host.
Would you like to review your items?] “Yes.
Absolutely yes.” [Stone of Fusion and Upgrade: This item can fuse any two compatible objects—weapons, techniques, treasures—and upgrade the resulting fusion to a higher rank.
One use only.
Choose wisely.] [Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens: An Innate Heavenly Dao Treasure.
When a woman who meets the scroll’s criteria is recorded within, her cultivation speed increases, her loyalty to the Host deepens, and her beauty is preserved for eternity.
The scroll also provides the Host with detailed information about recorded women, including their hidden desires, their true feelings, and their potential.] [The more women recorded, the more powerful the scroll becomes.
At full capacity, it can manifest a realm where recorded maidens can cultivate together, sharing insights and accelerating each other’s growth.] Tian’s mind went to places he was slightly ashamed of.
So it’s a…
harem management tool?
A divine harem management tool?
[The Host may interpret the treasure’s function however he wishes.] The system’s voice was absolutely deadpan, but Tian could hear the smirk behind it.
[Dao Body of joy and Evil: An Immortal Rank cultivation technique created exclusively for the Host.
It absorbs negative emotions—fear, hatred, jealousy, despair—and converts them into cultivation power.
The more enemies the Host makes, the faster he grows.
The more he is feared, the stronger he becomes.
And host can also make people happy it works both way .] [This technique is perfectly suited to the villain’s path.
It ensures that every enemy you make, every rival you crush, every protagonist you humiliate, directly contributes to your own ascension and every woman you take and make happy also make you powerful.] Tian was silent for a long moment.
This system…
it’s not just making me a villain.
It’s making me a villain who literally feeds on being hated and loved .
I can’t even be a nice villain.
I have to be a terrifying one.
The more people fear me and love adore me, the stronger I get.
That’s…
actually kind of awesome.
[Would the Host like to view his Status Window?] “There’s a status window?” [Naturally.] A translucent blue panel appeared in his mind’s eye, filled with elegant golden script.
— STATUS WINDOW Name: Qin Tian / Long Tian / Zhou Tian / Ling Tian / Su Tian Age: Newborn (1 day) Cultivation Realm: None (Unawakened) Cultivation Technique(s): · Dao Body of Evil (Immortal Rank) [Not yet cultivated] Physique(s): · Eyes of Time and Reincarnation (Immortal Rank) [Unawakened] · Immortal Body of the Primordial Dragon (Immortal Rank) [Unawakened] · Immortal Body of the Hundred Demons (Immortal Rank) [Unawakened] · Immortal God Bones (Immortal Rank) [Unawakened] · Immortal Luck Dao Body (Immortal Rank) [Unawakened] .
Ying and yang dao body ( dao rank ) [Unawakened] .maiden calamity body ( dao rank ) [Unawakened] Luck Value: Red (Top-Grade Son of Fortune equivalent) Weapons: None Other Items: · Stone of Fusion and Upgrade (1x) · Picture Scroll of Thousands Maidens (Innate Heavenly Dao Treasure) · Dao Body of joy and Evil Manual (Immortal Rank) System Points: 0 Current Missions: None — Tian stared at the status window for a long, long time.
Five Immortal Physiques 2 dao bodies .
Red Luck.
An exclusive Immortal technique.
A Heavenly Dao Treasure.
I’m not just a monster.
I’m a cheat code.
But I’m a cheat code who already has a destined enemy out there somewhere, a Son of Fortune whos opportunities I apparently stole.
He thought about it.
He thought about everything the system had told him.
He thought about the path ahead—hunting protagonists, stealing their opportunities, taking their heroines.
It’s not like I have a choice.
The grudge is already formed.
If I don’t become strong enough to face that demon king when he comes for me, I’m dead.
My mothers would be devastated.
My aunties would be devastated.
Everyone who dotes on me would suffer.
So I’ll do it.
I’ll become the villain.
I’ll hunt the protagonists.
I’ll steal their luck and their women and their treasures.
Not because I want to.
Because I have people to protect now.
People who love me.
People who I love.
And anyone who threatens them…
His infant lips curved into something that was almost—but not quite—a smile.
…will learn exactly what kind of villain I can be.
— Zhou Meng looked down at her son’s peaceful, sleeping face and felt her heart swell with so much love it almost hurt.
“Look at him,” she whispered to her sisters.
“So innocent.
So pure.
Our little Tian’er.” Long Yue leaned over, her golden hair cascading around them like a curtain.
“He’s dreaming of something nice, I think.
Look at that little smile.” “He’s probably dreaming of milk,” Su Meiyao said dryly, but her black-hole eyes were soft.
“No,” Ling Xue murmured, her divine voice thoughtful.
“Look closer.
That’s not an ‘I want milk’ smile.” Qin Mei studied her son’s face with her ancient, time-seeing eyes.
For just a moment, she could have sworn she saw something flicker in his expression—something knowing, something calculating, something that was not at all like a newborn.
Then it was gone, and he was just her precious baby again.
“You’re imagining things,” she said, but her voice was uncertain.
None of them noticed the faint, almost imperceptible pulse of dark and golden energy that rippled through Tian’s tiny body as the Dao Body of joy and Evil technique imprinted itself onto his soul.
None of them heard the beautiful, mature voice that echoed in his mind as he drifted toward genuine sleep.
[Rest well, little villain.
Your journey has only just begun.] [And this world…
this world is not ready for what you will become.] — END OF CHAPTER 3