Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 148: Developing Toward Omnipotence; Being Good-Looking Isn’t Your Fault

Pfft!

Blood sprayed across the jagged landscape, punctuated by a final, desperate shriek of agony. Gu Changge’s sword-light had lanced through Long Teng’s brow, leaving a hollow, cauterized tunnel that exited the back of his skull. The light hadn’t dissipated yet; it remained anchored, pinning Long Teng’s primordial spirit like a moth to a board.

Long Teng’s face was frozen in a mask of primal terror and disbelief. Even with his mid-battle breakthrough, he hadn’t stood a chance. The chasm between them was not something a mere increase in cultivation base could bridge. As the pain tore at his soul, the “invincible” dragon scion finally tasted the cold, bitter dregs of absolute despair.

Gu Changge drifted to the ground before him, his robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, pristine and white. He didn’t look like a man who had just engaged in a duel of titans; he looked like a scholar who had just finished a morning stroll.

Ignoring the five-colored blood on his hands, he appeared refined and elegant. Gu Xian’er, watching from the crowd, felt her heart skip a beat. This was the Gu Changge she knew: cold, ruthless, and terrifyingly efficient.

Ding!

The System’s cold chime resonated in his mind.

Luck Plundering Card successful. Obtained 4,000 Luck Points. Long Teng’s Providence has been cleared to zero. Triggering Providence Child ‘Kill-Drop’ rule.

Changge narrowed his eyes slightly before returning to a state of calm. Just as he’d calculated, the card’s success rate peaked when the target was in the throes of despair. Long Teng’s points were now his. All that remained was to see what loot the “experience mob” would yield upon death.

“Lord Long Teng!” “Gu! Be sensible and release him this instant!”

The Dragon Lord’s followers finally snapped out of their paralysis. Their faces were ashen, a mix of frantic worry and sheer horror. They knew the rules—life and death were disregarded in this trial—but seeing their god-king about to be snuffed out was more than they could bear.

Yet, despite their screams, not a single one of them dared to step within a mile of Gu Changge. They weren’t as suicidal as their master. If a True God-level Long Teng could be crushed like a bug, what hope did they have?

Gu Changge cast a casual, sideways glance at the winged and horned creatures. In that instant, a suffocating pressure washed over them. Their souls shivered, and their bodies went rigid, pinned by a gaze that viewed them as nothing more than tall grass waiting for the scythe.

“Master,” a yaksha follower stepped forward, a cruel, jagged grin splitting his face. “Shall we put them out of their misery?”

Changge shrugged. “Kill them.”

To him, whether it was one dragon or a hundred followers, it made no difference. He was here to harvest, not to negotiate.

BOOM!

The valley reignited as Changge’s retinue surged forward to finish the slaughter. The onlooking monks were in an uproar. No one had expected Changge to be this thorough—to leave not a single witness alive.

Yue Mingkong, watching from her carriage, merely nodded. This was the man she knew. To cross Gu Changge was to forfeit the right to exist.

Changge glanced toward the eastern sky, sensing the presence of indigenous elders watching from the shadows. He offered a thin, mocking smile. They wouldn’t interfere. To do so would be to declare war on the outside orthodoxies, a move the Dragon Clan wasn’t ready to make. He squeezed his hand, and Long Teng’s primordial spirit shattered like glass, vanishing into the void.

Ye Langtian and the other young supremes could only sigh in bitter resignation. Changge’s methods were too extreme, too absolute. Had it been them, they would have hesitated, weighed the political fallout, and perhaps spared the heir. But Changge? He didn’t just burn the bridge; he salted the earth.

After the kill, Gu Changge casually tossed the massive dragon carcass into his storage ring. He had no intention of wasting such a high-quality corpse. The True Dragon blood within was a treasure in itself. No one dared to protest.

Ding!

Task: Kill the Son of Providence, Long Teng—COMPLETE. Reward: 3,000 Luck Points, 15,000 Destiny Points. Additional Reward: 1x Heavenly Dao Treasure Chest.

With 7,000 Luck Points and a mountain of Destiny Points now at his disposal, Gu Changge felt a surge of satisfaction.

“Open the Treasure Chest,” he commanded.

Buzz!

A golden box materialized in his mind, swirling with mystical mists. It popped open with a dull thud, releasing a five-colored halo. A single drop of vast, crystalline blood floated in the center, reflecting entire worlds within its depths.

Obtained: Five-Colored True Dragon Blood (Origin). Description: The essence found beneath the hardest scales of a True Dragon. Extremely rare. Grants ultimate defense and rapid regeneration.

“A pleasant surprise,” Changge noted. He’d treated Long Teng as a mere bag of XP, but this was a genuine prize. He suspected Long Teng’s mid-battle power-up had been a result of this blood.

Changge initiated the fusion. A wave of familiar warmth flooded his limbs, sinking into his cells. He could hear his own muscles and bones being dismantled and rebuilt, his skin taking on a subtle, nearly imperceptible texture of indestructible dragon scales.

“My physique is reaching new heights. Vitality, defense… it seems the system wants me to become a jack-of-all-trades,” he mused, though he quickly dismissed the thought. Talent was just the icing; his own ambition was the cake.

As the spectators began to disperse in a flurry of divine rainbows, Gu Xian’er took one last look at her brother before vanishing with her red bird. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a greeting—not after the “lesson” he’d given her on Wushang Peak. She had hoped to see him struggle, but the dragon had been a disappointment.

The news of the battle spread like a plague. Recorded in memory stones and whispered by trembling lips, the story of the “Young Taboo” who executed a dragon became the new law of the continent. Gu Changge’s name was no longer just a title; it was a curse.

Gu Changge stepped through the air, appearing instantly beside Yue Mingkong’s jade carriage. He looked through the gauzy curtains at the woman within.

“Mingkong,” he said casually, “you’ve been in the continent for days and haven’t come to visit your husband once. You’ve truly broken my heart.”

He spoke the words with a straight face, though his eyes betrayed a distinct lack of sorrow.

“Greetings, Young Master Changge!” Mingkong’s followers bowed in unison before tactfully making themselves scarce.

“What do you have to be sad about?” Mingkong replied, her voice cool and composed as she stepped out. “With me gone, you’re free to do as you please. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

She was on guard. She had used him as a target for Long Teng’s aggression, and she knew he was sharp enough to have connected the dots. She expected a reckoning.

“Why do you look so tense?” Changge asked, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

Mingkong met his gaze through the shimmering mist of the carriage. She decided to be blunt; lying to him was a waste of time. “Because I feel guilty.”

“Guilty about what?”

“Naturally, for setting you up. I assumed you were coming to settle the score,” Mingkong said, her voice carrying a trace of annoyance. She realized he was playing dumb just to make her squirm.

Gu Changge shook his head, his expression softening into something almost natural. “What’s there to settle? After all, being this good-looking isn’t your fault.”

Mingkong froze. She blinked, her brain struggling to process the sentence. Did he just… compliment me?

Being beautiful invited covetous eyes—it was a simple logic. Long Teng had simply picked the wrong target.

A rare, genuine sense of joy bubbled up in Mingkong’s chest. Hearing such words from Gu Changge’s mouth was a feat more difficult than slaying a dragon.