Villain System: Stealing the Protagonist's Harem and Luck

Chapter 67: Since You Look So Beautiful, I’ll Call You Little Black

Having dealt with the remnant thought of the Tianyuan Quasi-Supreme, Gu Changge finally had the chance to properly examine the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd.

The blade was pitch-black, rippling with a crimson-black luster that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. Faint, cold glints danced along its edge, and surging demonic energy radiated from it, painting a terrifying picture.

It was heavy.

Gu Changge estimated it weighed tens of thousands of catties. The grip felt cold and profound to the touch, as if forged from the legendary Dark Immortal Gold.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

His physique was exceptional among the heaven-chosen of the Upper Realm, yet even he felt the strain of lifting it. And this was with the affinity granted by his Devil Heart.

For an ordinary cultivator? Forget lifting it. A single touch would likely reduce them to ash.

The weight he felt now was actually the Halberd holding back, allowing him time to adapt. Its true weight was unimaginable—”crushing the void” was not a metaphor for this weapon.

“It seems you recognize me as your kin,” Gu Changge said with a satisfied smile. “From now on, you follow me.”

He retracted the Great Dao Treasure Bottle.

Devouring the remnant soul of a Quasi-Supreme had been a nice bonus. The pure energy flowed into his limbs and bones, significantly boosting his hidden cultivation base. Of course, this power belonged to his darker side and wouldn’t be casually revealed.

As a young Supreme of the Upper Realm, Gu Changge had many trump cards. This was merely one of them.

Hearing Gu Changge’s words, the Halberd trembled slightly. It seemed to understand him.

An emotion of joy, intimacy, and eagerness flowed from the weapon into Gu Changge’s mind. It felt nothing like a peerless instrument of slaughter capable of annihilating billions; it felt more like a lost child finding its parent.

Gu Changge paused, slightly surprised but not shocked.

Rumors claimed the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd wasn’t forged but born—a companion artifact of a supreme demon. Its original master was said to possess a Devil Heart as well.

Of course, those legends were ancient history. Whether true or false, Gu Changge treated them as amusing anecdotes.

However, all things possess spirits. A weapon that had existed for eons, interwoven with the laws of the Dao, would naturally develop intelligence. Ancient orthodoxies often had ancestral artifacts with awakening spirits.

It made sense that this ominous weapon, sealed away for countless years, would birth a new consciousness.

Curious, Gu Changge decided to test it.

“You can understand me, can’t you?” he asked, watching the blade closely.

The Halberd trembled again. It couldn’t speak, but it projected a wave of cheerful agreement.

“Good. Then understand this: I am your master now,” Gu Changge declared.

Ideally, he would refine it immediately to unlock its full potential, but his current strength wasn’t enough to control the Halberd in its peak state. That would have to wait.

The Halberd vibrated happily. Wisps of demonic energy danced around it like a puppy wagging its tail. It seemed delighted to be claimed.

“Such a fine weapon, left to gather dust for ten thousand years. It breaks my heart,” Gu Changge teased, patting the cold metal. “Don’t worry. Follow me, and I’ll take you to kill people. If you see anyone you don’t like, just tell me.”

He realized the weapon’s consciousness was very young—likely newborn. It could only convey basic emotions: joy, anger, sorrow.

Hearing the promise of bloodshed, the Halberd buzzed with excitement, its tip slicing tiny rifts in the void.

“You need a name,” Gu Changge mused. “Since you look so beautiful… I’ll call you Little Black.”

The Halberd froze.

Little… Black?

Gu Changge laughed inwardly. It has a personality. Like a vain girl who cares about her appearance.

…

Not long after, Gu Changge walked out of the underground city. Ye Liuli followed behind him, her expression a complex mask of dull resignation.

On the way out, the System chimed.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have subdued the Ominous Weapon: Eight Desolate Demon Halberd. Weapon Space unlocked.]

“Weapon Space?” Gu Changge raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a glorified inventory.”

He pulled up his status panel.

Host: Gu Changge

Halo: Destiny Villain

Weapon: Eight Desolate Demon Halberd

Identity: True Disciple of Daootian Immortal Palace

Physique: Devil Heart, Dao Bone

Cultivation: Conferred Lord Realm (Late Stage)

Abilities: Daootian Immortal Scripture (75%), Myriad Transformations Demon Body, Innate Godly Spirit, Immortal Devouring Demonic Art…

Destiny Points: 9,000

Luck Points: 1,880 (Black)

Inventory: Domain-Breaking Talisman x1, Incomplete World Seed x3, Luck Plundering Card x3.

There it was, right under his Halo.

The System was picky. It only listed things of extraordinary origin. Ordinary magical artifacts—swords, cauldrons, furnaces—didn’t make the cut. They stayed in his spatial ring.

The fact that the Halberd got its own slot confirmed its significance.

Gu Changge willed it, and the Halberd vanished from his ring. In his mind’s eye, he saw a gray, boundless void.

Hum!

The Halberd materialized there. It seemed startled by the new environment, its demonic energy flaring up like a frightened cat. But sensing Gu Changge’s connection, it quickly calmed down.

“This space exists outside reality,” Gu Changge noted. “Only I can access it. Good. Carrying a weapon like this around is a beacon for trouble.”

If powerful entities in the Upper Realm sensed the Halberd, they would try to snatch it regardless of his background. To them, it wasn’t just a weapon; it was power.

The Weapon Space solved that problem perfectly. Not even a Supreme could sense it there.

“Another trump card,” Gu Changge thought. “I have quite a few now. Though, I also have quite a few potential disasters waiting for me.”

The Demonic Art. The Daughters of Providence he’d offended.

I’ll deal with them when I return.

…

Outside the ancient city, the beast tide had been culled.

Seeing Gu Changge emerge, Elder Ming rushed forward, bowing deeply. “Young Master, please forgive this old servant! I was held back by Miss Ye Liuli’s guards and couldn’t stop her from entering…”

He trailed off, eyes widening.

Ye Liuli was walking behind Gu Changge, quiet and obedient. Just hours ago, they had been at each other’s throats. What had happened down there?

“It’s fine,” Gu Changge waved a hand dismissively. “Let her pass; she couldn’t make any waves anyway. We’re leaving. My business in the Lower Realm is done.”

“Yes, Young Master!” Elder Ming straightened, relieved. From Gu Changge’s relaxed tone, the mission had been a success.

Nearby, Ye Liuli stood with her servants. She looked listless, her beautiful face pale and vacant, like a flower that had been trampled.

“Miss?” Aunt Xue asked gently. “Where is that boy, Ye Chen?”

“Dead,” Ye Liuli said, her voice flat. “Gu Changge killed him.”

“What!?” Aunt Xue gasped.

Then, relief washed over her. She had feared her mistress would fight Gu Changge to the death. If Ye Chen was dead and Ye Liuli was alive, that was the best possible outcome.

“It’s for the best,” Aunt Xue thought, though her heart ached to see Ye Liuli so broken. Time will heal her.

…

They parted ways outside the Secret Realm.

Ye Liuli and her entourage did not follow. Gu Changge didn’t care. With the Devil Conversion Bottle planted in her mind, she could run to the ends of the earth, and she would still be his.

“Young Master,” Elder Ming asked tentatively as they traveled. “About Lin Qiuhan… do you intend to bring her to the Upper Realm?”

If Gu Changge took her, Elder Ming’s lineage would have a powerful backer.

“I like Qiuhan,” Gu Changge said easily. “Naturally, I’ll bring her.”

He had plans for her. Her Alchemy talent was wasted here.

In the Upper Realm, alchemists were revered above even powerful cultivators. He knew of an ancient Alchemy Sect that had been desperate for a true prodigy for centuries. They had endless resources but no heir.

Humans were rare in the Upper Realm’s vast multiverse of races. A human with god-tier alchemy talent? They would fight wars over her.

“I’ll send her to that sect,” Gu Changge decided. “They’ll spend a fortune raising her for me, I’ll gain a favor from a major power, and in the end, she’ll still belong to me.”

Why wouldn’t he do such a good thing?