Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 141: Peak Prestige; Becoming a Believer of the Supreme Existence

The moment those words vibrated through his soul, Hei Ming’s eyes snapped wide. His heart hammered against his ribs as he bolted upright, nearly knocking over the beautiful alien girl in his lap. She tumbled to the floor with a cry of terror, but he didn’t even notice.

“Who spoke?”

“Who is there?”

Hei Ming shouted, his voice cracking with a mixture of shock and desperate hope. He scanned the opulent private room, but through the swirling immortal mist, his companions only stared back with baffled expressions. They looked as if they hadn’t heard a thing.

To them, it was as if Hei Ming had suddenly suffered a psychotic break.

“Brother Hei Ming, what’s come over you?” one of the young noblemen asked, trying to sound concerned while masking his annoyance.

Hei Ming stood frozen for a long moment, his chest heaving. He slowly sank back into his seat, his face ashen. “Nothing… it was nothing.”

He tried to convince himself it was a hallucination—a byproduct of his obsessive craving for power. The voice had been too ethereal, too untraceable. Yet, it had articulated the deepest, darkest secret of his heart.

Seeing him so preoccupied and absent-minded, his fellow “Prodigals” quickly lost interest. Sensing the mood was ruined, they offered a few hurried excuses and beat a hasty retreat. They had no desire to linger around a “waste” who was starting to lose his mind.

Soon, the grand room was empty, leaving Hei Ming alone in the silence.

For the first time in his life, someone—or something—had acknowledged his greatest desire. He didn’t just want to be mediocre. He wanted to be a supreme existence, a man whose shadow could blanket billions.

Then, the voice returned.

“Young man… do you wish to become strong? To become a being revered by the very stars?”

It was cold, ancient, and utterly devoid of emotion, sounding like a sovereign overlooking the rise and fall of myriad worlds from beyond the nine heavens. It carried a bewitching power that made Hei Ming’s soul tremble.

“Who… who are you?” he stammered, his entire body shaking.

He was certain now. This was no delusion. His heart soared with a dizzying mix of adrenaline and terror. He had read the travelogues and the ancient legends—the stories of “waste” protagonists who, in their darkest hour, encountered a mysterious senior and ascended to the pinnacle of existence.

Is this it? he thought, his mind racing. Is today the day Hei Ming finally strikes gold?

Only a Senior with a cultivation beyond comprehension could transmit words directly into his mind while bypassing the city’s heavy wards. He didn’t even consider the possibility of a trap. After all, what could a “waste” like him possibly offer a master? He was a transparent nobody in the Black Sky Eagle Clan; even his own grandfather only looked at him with pity.

Fueled by a surge of raw, unbridled ambition, Hei Ming threw himself to the floor.

“Senior! I want it! I want it more than anything!” He repeated the words like a mantra, his voice thick with a decade of suppressed resentment.

High in the void, Gu Changge watched the performance with a look of predatory amusement. Thanks to the memories of the Heavenly God he’d consumed, he knew exactly which buttons to press. He knew Hei Ming lived in the shadow of a brilliant sister, treated like an embarrassing footnote by his clan. The psychological profile was textbook.

Changge didn’t need to play the “kindly old grandpa.” Hei Ming was a pawn, nothing more. A “transparent” nobody was the perfect vehicle for his plan to subvert the Black Sky Eagle Clan and the other indigenous powers.

Gu Changge had two choices: plant a Devil Conversion Bottle immediately or play the “con.” He chose the latter. The Devil Conversion Bottle was a precious resource, far too valuable to waste on a low-level “waste” until his utility was proven.

“Enter this gate,” Changge’s voice echoed, saturated with an ethereal, celestial grace laced with a subtle, dark magnetism. “And leave the mortal world behind. Even the Yellow Springs of eternity cannot claim those who follow me…”

Buzz!

A shimmering, mystical portal spiraled open in the center of the room. It radiated a light so pure and ancient it seemed to predate the continent itself.

Hei Ming didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to his feet and plunged into the light.

“Hiss!”

He let out a sharp, ragged breath as he stepped out on the other side. He found himself standing in the center of a turbulent Chaos Sea. Giant, solemn pillars of an endless palace propped up the clouds, each one seemingly carved from the foundation of the world. A single wisp of the gray mist here felt heavy enough to crush a mountain.

At the apex of this celestial hall, seated upon a throne that sat above the very concept of Reincarnation, was a hazy, blurred figure.

True Dragons and Immortal Phoenixes coiled around the pillars, while White Tigers and Mysterious Turtles lay prostrate at the figure’s feet. Beneath the throne, the River of Time surged and thundered, carrying the echoes of a million fallen worlds.

“Young man… do you wish to become strong?”

The figure looked down. The gaze was ancient, profound, and vast enough to contain the birth and death of eons. In those eyes, Hei Ming saw the collapse of heavens and the weeping of emperors.

He fell to his knees, his forehead striking the floor. “Yes! I want to be strong! This junior, Hei Ming, begs for Senior’s guidance!”

He was convinced. This was a being who made the “Immortals” of his legends look like flickering candles. Gu Changge, for his part, had burned a significant amount of Destiny Points to craft this “Biblical” level of prestige. It was an investment in the boy’s soul.

“Rise,” Gu Changge said, his voice echoing with the sound of a world-shattering tide. “I have witnessed your path. I know your lineage, your parents, the secret shames you bury…”

He began to recite Hei Ming’s life back to him, performing a cold dissection of the boy’s inner psyche. Hei Ming was petrified, gasping for air in the wake of such omniscience. To him, there was no way a stranger could know these things unless they truly were a god.

“How… how can I serve? How can I change?” Hei Ming pleaded.

“I am the Great Freedom Supreme Creation Heavenly Emperor,” Gu Changge lied, choosing a title so long and pretentious it was designed to overwhelm any critical thought. “Become my believer. Chant my true name, and you shall find eternal life within Reincarnation. Though the worlds perish, your True Spirit shall remain within the River of Time.”

Hei Ming’s brain practically short-circuited. Eternal Life. Not even the True Immortals of old dared to claim such a prize.

“I am willing! I will be your most loyal believer!” Hei Ming cried out. He had nothing to lose but a pathetic life. To him, this wasn’t a choice; it was a lifeline.

“As you are now my believer, I shall impart the Law.”

Gu Changge pointed a finger.

Buzz!

A ball of hazy, golden light materialized before Hei Ming. It was more brilliant than any scripture he had ever seen. With trembling hands, he accepted it. Instantly, thousands of ancient, star-like characters burned their way into his Sea of Consciousness.

Four massive characters formed the title: Bridal Gown Immortal Art.

Gu Changge watched the boy’s face twist in ecstatic fervor. Behind his mask of indifference, Changge was deeply amused.

The Bridal Gown Immortal Art (嫁衣仙决) was a predatory branch of the Immortal Devouring Demonic Art. Its name came from the proverb “making a wedding dress for another”—it was designed to turn the practitioner into a vessel. Changge was the source, the spider at the center of the web. Hei Ming was now a single thread. Every ounce of power Hei Ming gained, and every “branch” he created by teaching others, would ultimately be harvested by Changge.

He knew that with Hei Ming’s newfound ambition, the boy would spread this art like a plague through the five clans.

A single spark, Gu Changge mused, is all it takes to start a prairie fire.

After all, compared to the legacy of the Ancient Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate, these five ancient clans were not inferior in the slightest.