Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 147: Breaking Through Several Realms is Useless; You’ve Got the Wrong Script

From the moment Gu Changge struck to the point where Long Teng was forced into a desperate, all-out defense, only a few breaths had passed. In a handful of exchanges, Changge had sent the dragon heir careening through the sky before shattering both his arms with a casual, descending palm.

The movements were simple, direct, and utterly devoid of hesitation. Combined with his earlier clinical insults, the performance felt like a natural law taking effect. The spectators watched, their shock reaching a fever pitch.

“It seems this man hasn’t been idle. He’s likely spent his time plundering ancestral tombs… I knew he wouldn’t just sit still and wait for a challenge,” Yue Mingkong mused. If there was one person who remained unsurprised, it was her. She understood Gu Changge—knew his depths, his rhythms, and the cold machinery of his mind.

Long Teng possessed a significant advantage in cultivation base, yet he couldn’t secure a single opening. Instead, he was being methodically dismantled. This wasn’t merely a difference in talent; it was a fundamental chasm in combat power.

“He is definitely in the Taboo domain,” a young supreme whispered, his eyes wide. “There’s no other way an Initial Void God Realm cultivator could suppress Long Teng so effortlessly.”

“Long Teng is a fraud,” another added. “Outside of his high cultivation, he’s nothing. His actual combat floor is mid-to-high tier for a Young Supreme, but he’s nowhere near a Young Taboo.”

The realization sent a wave of pressure through the crowd. If Changge could do this to the Dragon Clan’s hope, then from this day forth, the younger generation was his to rule. Only the legendary ancient freaks—monsters sealed since primordial times—stood a chance. The weight of his presence was like an invisible mountain pressing down on every genius in the continent.

“Do you have any last words?”

Gu Changge descended through the air, his white robes fluttering as he moved with the ease of a man strolling through a garden. He smiled thinly at Long Teng, whose arms were now little more than pulverized bone and meat.

“Impossible… how could I lose to you! I still have my ultimate innate ability!” Long Teng’s face was ashen. His previous arrogance had been ground into the dirt along with his bones.

“Is that your last word?”

Changge looked at him with the pity one might show a particularly slow insect. Even experience mobs usually knew when they were beaten. He struck again.

BOOM!

A divine palm descended, its aura so immense it seemed to wrap the world in a shroud. Peaks collapsed and the very sky groaned as the space-time fabric tore under the pressure.

“Gu Changge, you—!” Long Teng desperately circulated his essence, trying to force his arms to regenerate. He executed the True Dragon Steps, his body blurring as golden, needle-thin scales erupted across his skin in a final layer of defense.

He was fast. But he wasn’t fast enough.

The mere edge of the palm’s shockwave caught him. Long Teng sprayed a fountain of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His mind went blank. That was just the residual force; if the palm had landed squarely, he would have been reduced to a red mist instantly.

“How? How can you be this strong?!” he roared, his voice cracking. “My cultivation is levels above yours!”

“If I weren’t strong, how could I kill you?” Changge replied, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied his prey. He knew Long Teng was holding onto one last desperate gambit. He wasn’t in a hurry. Death without despair was a mercy Long Teng hadn’t earned.

The void blurred. Changge vanished. In the next heartbeat, he was inches from Long Teng’s face.

“You—”

Long Teng’s soul felt a sudden, icy chill. This wasn’t just speed; it was as if Changge had deleted the distance between them. Is this the legendary ‘Great Distance in a Breath’?

Before he could react, a fair, slender hand—radiant as polished jade—reached out. The movement looked slow, almost languid, yet Long Teng found it impossible to dodge.

Buzz!

The hand was wreathed in a light that felt like the power of a Flying Immortal. Long Teng let out a guttural roar, his bloodline igniting. The shadow of an ancient True Dragon manifested behind him, its eyes filled with a prehistoric disdain as it tried to repel the coming hand.

“Useless,” Changge said, looking at him as if he were a particularly dull child.

Space solidified. Time seemed to grind to a halt. The True Dragon shadow, as magnificent as it was, was shattered in an instant. Changge’s physical strength was an anomaly, a variable no one—not even Long Teng—could have accounted for.

He lunged forward and grabbed Long Teng by the throat, bypassing his defensive fields as if they were made of silk. He hoisted the dragon scion into the air.

“Urk…”

Long Teng’s face turned a violent shade of purple. With his arms destroyed, he couldn’t even claw at the hand choking the life out of him. To the thousands of spectators, the “Invincible Lord” looked like a stray dog being held over a well.

“The ‘Dragon Aotian’ template is out of fashion, Long Teng,” Changge smiled. “You were simply born in the wrong era.”

Changge tightened his grip. The sound of vertebrae cracking echoed through the silence, punctuated by Long Teng’s muffled groans of agony.

“I’ll… kill you…!” Long Teng hissed through gritted teeth.

“You’re a bit late for that,” Changge noted, his eyes drifting to the dragon’s crystalline horns.

Against a mindless, ego-driven protagonist like this, complexity was unnecessary. Overwhelming force was the only language they understood. He felt the time was right. The Luck Plundering Card’s success was always highest when the target was at their most vulnerable.

Suddenly, a kaleidoscopic seven-colored light erupted from Long Teng’s chest. The aura was staggering, saturated with a prehistoric vitality that seemed to defy the laws of the world.

BOOM!

A terrifying pressure exploded. Long Teng’s body began to undergo a rapid, violent metamorphosis. He broke free from Changge’s grip, his mangled flesh knitting back together at a visible speed.

The void shuddered as his aura skyrocketed. His peak Void God Realm cultivation shattered its limits, surging into the True God Realm.

The crowd went wild. Long Teng’s followers wept with relief, their voices rising in a fevered chant. “He did it! The Lord is truly invincible! He’s broken through in the face of death!”

“A minor setback!” they screamed. “The villain Gu will pay for his crimes!”

They had forgotten who started the fight. They only saw their hero rising from the ashes, ready to reclaim his throne.

“A mid-battle breakthrough? Tsk, tsk…” Changge looked genuinely impressed for a moment, then his expression returned to a bored neutrality. Of course he broke through. He’s a ‘Son of Providence’. It’s practically his job.

He remembered reading such tropes in the past—how the hero would find a second wind just as the villain was about to deliver the final blow. It had been annoying then, and it was just as artificial now.

“I’m afraid you’ve gotten the wrong script,” Changge said, his voice light and conversational. “Doesn’t it bother you that even with a breakthrough, your cultivation is still lower than my true strength?”

Long Teng stood at the horizon, his body wreathed in divine flames. He looked like a god of war reborn. “Gu Changge! Destiny is on my side! Today, you become a footnote in my legend!”

He felt powerful—manifold times stronger than he had been moments ago. He was convinced he could now crush the man who had humiliated him.

“I’m done playing,” Changge sighed. “Despair is the best seasoning for a harvest, after all.”

He raised two fingers and pointed.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The sky was suddenly filled with a sword-light so sharp it felt as if it were slicing the very retinas of those who looked at it. In the shimmering reflection of the blade-energy, one could see visions of blood-seas and the piled bones of fallen immortals.

The Infinite Immortal Art.

In Changge’s hand, a translucent, bronze-colored sword-phantom appeared.

“That’s the move…” a young supreme gasped, his soul trembling. “The art that killed the Seventh Princess!”

Gu Changge stepped through the air, looking like a peerless Sword Immortal. For him, the aesthetics of the kill were just as important as the act itself. The sword-light hummed with the combined sharpness of the Infinite Art and his devoured Geng-Metal essence.

Long Teng’s confidence vanished. Before the sword could even reach him, the sheer pressure began to open thousands of microscopic cuts across his skin.

“I refuse to believe it!” Long Teng shrieked, burning his very essence to form a final barrier.

BOOM!

The void wailed.

Changge’s intent was absolute. He had bypassed the “breakthrough” and gone straight for the kill. Long Teng’s head felt as if it were being encased in ice. In a desperate bid for survival, he twisted his body, trying to break the locking-mechanism of the Rule-power.

CRACK!

His crystalline dragon horns—the pride of his lineage—were sheared off, falling to the earth with a heavy thud and spraying five-colored blood into the dirt.

Gu Changge continued his advance, his speed blurring into infinity.

“You… no… spare me…!” Long Teng’s voice was a frantic, terrified whimpering. He staggered, his foundation crumbling.

“Plunder.”

Gu Changge’s voice was a whisper of absolute zero.

The Luck Plundering Card activated. Simultaneously, a single thread of sword-light, possessing a sharpness that could have erased a world, lanced through Long Teng’s brow. It went clean through, exiting the back of his skull in a spray of divine essence.

The “Invincible” Long Teng stood frozen for a second, the light in his eyes dimming into nothingness.