Manipulative Harem God

As Zhang Wei pushed open the door to ward A-11, a sudden shift in the atmosphere greeted him.

The chaotic sounds from the corridor were replaced by an eerie silence within the room. The sterile, white-walled space held only one occupant—an elderly lady, frail and ghostly pale.

*Beep... Beep...*

The room was dimly lit, with the only source of illumination coming from the soft, green glow of the life support equipment that surrounded the patient's bed.

*Beep...*

The machines hummed softly, monitoring every precious breath the woman took.

Her fragile form lay motionless, connected to a tangle of wires and tubes, her eyes closed as if in deep slumber.

The rise and fall of her chest were barely perceptible, a testament to the fragility of her life.

Zhang Wei approached the bed with measured steps, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

His gaze focused on the elderly lady, and he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions for her.

He studied her face, searching for any signs of recognition or connection to Hao Yue.

Though her eyes remained closed, her appearance hinted at the passing of time and the weight of countless years.

Careful not to disturb her, Zhang Wei contemplated his next move.

The room held its secrets, and Zhang Wei gently removed Shen Qian's mask before switching off the life support.

The machines fell silent, casting a palpable sense of finality over the room.

"!!"

With a sudden gasp, Shen Qian's eyes flew open, and her frail body began to convulse.

She struggled to breathe, her gaze locking onto Zhang Wei's smiling face before darkness engulfed her vision once more.

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Villain points + 10

Villain points + 10

Villain points + 10

Villain points + 10....

Converting 100100 Yang Essence points to villain points

Total Available Points: 1291 [90+200+1001]

Villain Points - 500 [Violating System Rules]

Available Villain Points: 791

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Zhang Wei's display lit up with notifications, but he didn't bother to read all of them.

He simply noted the decrease of 500 points and commented, "Huh, so it's possible but at a penalty..."

[Why did you do that, host?] The system asked, unable to comprehend Zhang Wei's mysterious actions.

Zhang Wei smiled faintly. "You'll see in the future..."

[....]

The system remained puzzled, unable to grasp Zhang Wei's master plan.

Only time would reveal the moves he had set in motion, like pieces on a chessboard, each contributing to his grand design.

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Outside, chaos reigned supreme as people desperately attempted to escape the horrifying scene. The blaring sirens and screams pierced the night air, creating an atmosphere of sheer terror.

However, the bloody night was far from over. Unbeknownst to those trapped within the hospital, all the exits had been sealed off by an unknown group of individuals, leaving only the anguished cries of those inside to be heard.

"Boss, it's done," Xu Jiali reported to Zhang Wei, who had gracefully leaped out of a window.

Zhang Wei nodded toward the Xu siblings and issued a chilling directive, "If anyone tries to escape, kill them."

Xu Jiali and Xu Yifan exchanged solemn glances before nodding in agreement. As Zhang Wei began to walk away, Xu Jiali couldn't help but hesitate and voice her concerns, "Is killing all of them really necessary?"

Zhang Wei abruptly halted and turned to face her, his gaze piercing. "Jiali, if you had the choice between being killed or killing someone else, what would you choose?"

Xu Jiali didn't hesitate in her response. "Kill someone else!"

Zhang Wei nodded in approval. "That's right. If even one person escapes, it could spell our demise tomorrow."

"B-But such a large-scale action could alert—"

Zhang Wei interrupted her, his determination unwavering. "Leave that to me."

Alerting the authorities?

That was precisely what he intended.

Even if his plans went off without a hitch and he successfully framed Mo Chen, it wouldn't be sufficient to elude the vigilant gaze of the secret authorities.

They'd undoubtedly recognize that Mo Chen alone lacked the power to orchestrate such schemes and would make it their mission to trace the source—him.

Zhang Wei was meticulously pushing the boundaries of his plot armor.

The plot armor bequeathed to him by Leng Mei had shielded him thus far. He had left a trail of civilian casualties in his wake, including the Song family's father and daughter, yet no one had dared to challenge him.

The case of Rong Meili was similarly hushed up, shrouded in silence.

But he couldn't determine whether the Song family had an inkling about his involvement in the deaths of their kin.

Zhang Wei remained utterly oblivious to the machinations of the unseen forces operating behind the scenes. It was now imperative that he sought answers and took decisive action.

Simultaneously, he could gauge the capabilities of the National Security Agency (NSA).

"What is happening?" Wang Haoran narrowed his eyes at the hospital, which was suddenly encircled by a squadron of unknown individuals.

His bodyguards formed a protective ring around him and Mo Chen, both roused by the approaching cacophony of footsteps.

"Zhang Wei?" Wang Haoran muttered in shock, observing the ominous figure of Zhang Wei, drenched in blood, making his way towards them.

The sight sent a shiver down his spine, as Zhang Wei seemed to have morphed into a literal harbinger of death.

Mo Chen also noticed the eerie transformation and his eyes widened in terror. "W-What is going on? Where is Wang Xiaoying, and why is that maniac here?"

As Zhang Wei approached, a haunting silence fell upon the group. He had just committed a gruesome massacre in the hospital, and the aura of death surrounding him was undeniable. Wang Haoran couldn't help but feel a growing unease.

Mo Chen, fear etched in his eyes, took a step back, his voice trembling. "Zhang Wei, where is Wang Xiaoying? What happened in there?"

Zhang Wei didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked at Mo Chen, then at Wang Haoran, studying their expressions. A devious smile played on his lips, adding to the sinister aura that surrounded him.

"What do you care about Wang Xiaoying, Mo Chen?" Zhang Wei's voice was calm, almost chilling. "She means nothing to you anymore."

Mo Chen's heart pounded in his chest. He had a sense that something terrible had occurred. "Zhang Wei, tell me the truth!"

Wang Haoran, impatient and fearful, couldn't hold back any longer. "...why are you covered in blood?"

Zhang Wei's cold, calculating gaze never left them as he revealed a disturbing truth, "It's not mine."

The chilling revelation left both Mo Chen and Wang Haoran in stunned silence, fear and dread overwhelming them.

"!?"

Before Mo Chen can utter any more words, Zhang We put his hand over his forehead.

"Wha—ahhhhhhhhhh" his words caught in his throat, as an unbearable pain hit his mind, making him howl in pain.

Sweat covered his whole body, and instantly he felt as if he has become hundred years older.

In front of Wang Haoran's astonished gaze, Mo Chen's hair turned white, and his body started to whither, before it suddenly feel to the ground with a thud.

As Mo Chen's body collapsed to the ground, his hair shockingly white and his once-vibrant body now frail and withered, Wang Haoran could only stare in helpless disbelief.

His voice trembled as he tried to make sense of the horrifying sight before him.

"Zhang Wei, what have you done to him?"

Zhang Wei remained unfazed by the consequences of his actions, his eyes locked onto Mo Chen's weakened form. "This was inevitable. He is too troublesome, and would continue to pester Xiao Ying, if not dealt with..."

As Wang Haoran's shock turned to a mixture of anger and fear, he demanded, "Are you saying you caused this? You drained his... life force?"

Zhang Wei nodded solemnly. "Yes,"

Wang Haoran had no more words, only a haunted gaze directed at Mo Chen's pitiful state.

Just then, Zhang Wei began to narrate his next plans to Wang Haoran.

This time, it wasn't just Wang Haoran who listened intently; even the bodyguards behind him cast horrified glances at Zhang Wei, their faces a mix of disbelief and dread.

But understanding the grave consequences of defying his orders, they sprang into action. As they conversed, the CCTV cameras were systematically destroyed.

Another group of people, moving swiftly yet purposefully, doused the entire area with a transparent, highly flammable liquid, creating a volatile concoction of impending disaster. They all retreated to a safe distance.

Boom!

The ensuing explosion painted the night in a fiery inferno.

The voracious flames engulfed everything, casting menacing shadows on the surrounding chaos.

Sirens wailed within a few minutes, alerting the authorities to the unfolding catastrophe.

Still, by the time they reached the scene, it was too late—the blaze had consumed the entire facility.

Only one witness remained, a living testament to the night's horrors: Mo Chen. Reduced to an unspeakable state, he lay in silence, his body frail and his spirit broken.

Overnight, the city's largest hospital was transformed into smoldering ruins, a chilling testament to Zhang Wei's ruthless plans...