Inside the hospital room, a chorus of delicate beauties wept.
My name is Luo Fanchen, and my body has run into a small problem.
It's fine. Nothing serious.
I'm just about to die.
And at a time like this, some knife-worthy bastard actually went and called every single one of my girlfriends.
Kicking me while I'm sick? Trying to finish me off?
Goddamn it all!
Right now my head was pillowed on a pair of snow-white thighs. Their owner was a doe-eyed cutie whose "ferocious" assets pressed in from above, crying so hard she looked like pear blossoms in the rain.
Beside the hospital bed, a sultry, hot-bodied older beauty in black stockings knelt on the floor, loudly begging me not to die.
"I want to live!"
"I'm still young. I don't want to die!!"
A ferocious will to live was erupting inside Luo Fanchen.
Suddenly,
The door to the hospital room opened.
"Fanchen! Fanchen!"
Four more ravishing beauties ran in with reddened eyes. In an instant, the room seemed to brighten — and my heart went dark.
"Two, I could still handle."
"Six?"
"Oh... never mind, then. Forget living. Living would just be suffering."
"Let me die!"
"King Yama, take me already. Stop dawdling. Hurry up and let me die!!"
Faced with the impending carnage, some men remain alive in body, but their spirit has already died.
Luo Fanchen shut his eyes, kicked out his legs, and amid the weeping, his consciousness sank into darkness.
[Oh! Most supreme and handsome Host, would you like a wife?]
In a dark, empty void, Luo "Wandering Ghost" Fanchen suddenly heard a bizarre voice by his ear.
"I'm dead!"
"But it seems I'm not all the way dead?"
"Don't tell me this is the legendary System?" Luo Fanchen was shocked and caught completely off guard.
[Correct. That would be me.]
"What was that you said just now?" Luo Fanchen asked.
[O great Host, would you like a wife? Just say the word, and I shall deliver one to you at once.]
"What kind of freak System is this?"
Luo Fanchen had read his share of novels and was no stranger to Systems, but this one seemed a little... less than respectable.
Is that something you can just hand out?!
What if you deliver me straight into my girlfriend's bed right as her husband walks in — what then?
He'd have to die a second time, and take someone with him.
"Still, the heavens gave me a second shot at life. I'd better make it count. If I say 'no' now just to look cool, I might actually die for good."
[Esteemed Lord Host, then tell me — was the wife you lost the noble and majestic Female Pontiff, or the coolly bewitching Holy Maiden?]
"Uh, this..." Luo Fanchen froze.
[Was the wife you lost the pert and adorable princess, or the fiery and enchanting noblewoman?]
"Come on, why did the options change?"
[Was the wife you lost the icy and aloof dragon maiden, or the bewitching femme fatale, the Nine-Tailed Demon Empress?]
Luo Fanchen chuckled. Was this even a hard choice?
Only children make choices. Adults go all in... and every second of hesitation would be an insult to the System.
"All of them, thank you!"
Luo Fanchen grinned. "As your 'supreme' and 'esteemed' Host, surely a tiny request like this is no trouble at all."
The System fell silent. That move had genuinely broken it. Never had it seen anyone so brazenly shameless.
[...]
[If I may ask, Host — where exactly are your manners?]
Luo Fanchen apologized immediately. "Sorry, that was greedy of me. Three, then. How about just three?"
[???]
The System: I am feeling genuinely offended. I let you choose, and you're over here exploiting bugs, you cheeky bastard?
Luo Fanchen said, in the tone of a patient elder, "As a mature System, you ought to learn to exploit the bugs on your Host's behalf."
The System: Dost thou hear a word men speak?
[As the Host has exceeded the selection time limit, confirming a random target...]
[Target confirmed: the femme fatale who bewitches all living things, the Nine-Tailed Demon Empress, Su Jiu'er.]
[Selecting bonus rewards: the Immaculate Immortal Physique, and the Twin Martial Souls of the strongest potential in all the ages!!]
[Detecting that a beast intends to violate your ravishing Demon Empress wife. She urgently requires your rescue. Initiating transmigration immediately.]
[Destination: the Soul Martial Continent.]
"Hisss—"
"You thick-browed, honest-faced System. You looked so trustworthy, and you're serving me straight-up bestiality?"
"BOOM!"
Before Luo Fanchen could even finish his retort, he turned into a bolt of golden lightning and vanished from the dark void...
The Soul Martial Continent.
"ROOOAR—"
A dragon's cry shook the heavens. A hideous, terrifying three-headed demon dragon was spewing breath of destruction.
Its purple-black wings spread wide like mountain ranges, its whole body radiating a bloodthirsty aura. A graceful figure was caught in the dragon's breath and plummeted toward the ground.
"Su Jiu'er, be a good girl and become this king's demon consort, and I shall spare your life."
"In your dreams!"
The graceful figure rose, letting out a sharp cry.
She was a tall beauty of peerless, generation-defining grace.
Blue eyes like a ten-thousand-year glacier. A white fox-fur draped over a scorching figure of perfect curves. Nine snow-white fox tails swayed at her back. Her long jade legs were flawless, her bare white feet treading the ground without gathering a speck of dust, golden bells fastened at her ankles.
Those blue eyes carried an aloofness that warned all strangers away, yet her whole being radiated an astonishing allure, as if she could draw the very soul out of a person.
"Defiant to the end. Stop forcing yourself — you are no match for me."
Saliva dripped from the hideous three-headed demon dragon's maw, corroding the ground with a sizzling hiss.
Su Jiu'er's face was like ice and snow, blood welling from her mouth as she bit down hard on lips drained of color.
Her cold, clear gaze was fixed on a seductive woman standing beside the demon dragon.
There was fury in that gaze, and disbelief — but most of all, grief.
The woman stepped forward and smiled coquettishly. "Su Jiu'er, my dear elder sister, don't blame your little sister for poisoning you. I did it for your own good."
"Serve Lord Demon Dragon together with me. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Su Jiu'er closed her eyes in fury, her delicate body trembling. Then she opened them and asked:
"Why did you betray me?"
"Betray?" The seductive woman smiled. "Lord Demon Dragon can purify my bloodline and help me survive the fierce-beast heavenly tribulation."
"Follow Lord Demon Dragon, and I gain the authority to command soul beasts. And following you? What is there? Huddling in this corner of Qingqiu, waiting for the lightning tribulation to strike me dead?"
Su Jiu'er had never imagined that this sister, closer to her than anyone, would poison her — and bring her to such a state.
She could blame no one else. Only herself, for trusting this person too much.
She said not a word. No curses. No accusations.
A silence that ached to witness.
The demon dragon shifted into the form of a sinister man, and the seductive woman burrowed into his arms of her own accord.
"My lord, my dear sister won't hold out much longer. She drank every drop of my poisoned wine — she never suspected me at all. Hehehe."
"Very good. Despicable enough. Well done — this king approves." The three-headed demon dragon laughed in triumph, gazing at that peerlessly cold beauty with her impossibly sensual figure, all but drooling.
It had hungered for this vixen's body for far, far too long.
Today, at last, she would be his.
Every cell in its body trembled with excitement.
Su Jiu'er's slender jade fingers dug hard into her palms, her heart brimming with grief, despair, and defiance. Gritting her teeth, she spoke in a voice cold and resolute:
"Whoever profits from this, it will never be you, you beast."
"I, Su Jiu'er, hereby swear upon the heavenly tribulation: whoever saves me and slays this pair of adulterous dogs — if a woman, I will serve her as her slave; if a man, I will serve him as my husband, for life after life, never to part, never to forsake."
"An oath? Utterly laughable. You're too naive, dear sister." The seductive woman sneered viciously.
The three-headed demon dragon cackled in triumph:
"Swear away. Scream your throat raw for all the good it will do."
"No one is saving you today. This king has spoken! I will savor you slowly, and teach you the utmost pleasures of the mortal world."
Su Jiu'er knew, too, that oaths were empty things.
She must have lost her senses.
She gathered the last soul power remaining in her body. Even if she had to self-destruct, she would not let them take the slightest advantage of her. Better to shatter as jade than survive as a roof tile.
A thread of blood traced from the corner of her lips — beautiful, tragic, and desolate.
"BOOM!"
A thunderbolt from a clear sky suddenly split the air.
All three looked up.
A bolt of golden lightning, vast and mighty, descended from the heavens carrying boundless divine might.
In an instant, the pupils of the demon dragon and the beauty in his arms reflected nothing but a field of golden light...