Manipulative Harem God



"Foolish," Zhang Wei muttered under his breath. If one's fate was predetermined by their actions, what purpose did this self-imposed prison serve?

He adamantly refused to embrace such a notion, suspecting that hell and Heaven held secrets beyond what met the eye.

[I do not possess all the answers to mysteries of hell and heaven Host. These are merely legends and tales. However, the descent of the heavenly dragon confirmed the existence of a higher dimension. It was a formidable being, unparalleled in power, and my master regarded it as a god sent down from the heavens.]

'How can a god meet its demise?' Zhang Wei's curiosity stirred, eager to discover the identity of the enigmatic master behind the Book of Destiny.

[That, Host, is not of immediate importance. Our primary concern lies in the fact that my master has yet to reappear since her mysterious disappearance.]

"...."

Zhang Wei fell into a contemplative silence.

Somehow, he can guess where it was going.

[I ask your assistance, Host, in locating and rescuing my master.]

!!

An overwhelming urge to scream welled up within Zhang Wei, a premonition he had anticipated but skillfully concealed beneath a composed demeanor.

'And what's in it for me?' he inquired, his voice laced with subtle skepticism.

[Host, the two bloodlines will be bestowed upon you without any cost.]

Zhang Wei pretended to ponder, his mind churning with thoughts. 'You truly are akin to a venomous serpent, aren't you, system?'

[Host, I merely perceived an opportunity to save my master. I am exerting my utmost efforts to aid my creator. The choice to accept or reject the offer lies entirely with you.]

'How can you expect me to heed your words and blindly venture into a treacherous vortex brimming with gods and demons, when I am scarcely capable of contending with celestial beings?' Zhang Wei inquired, for he realized that his current strength was woefully insufficient to delve into the exploration of these myths.

[Host, we can establish a soul contract. You will be obligated to find and rescue my master only when you have acquired sufficient strength.]

Zhang Wei's interest was piqued. 'Why are you revealing your intentions so early?'

The system fell into silence, seemingly at a loss for words, caught off guard by Zhang Wei's audacity.

[The current host is unlike the previous ones, always harboring deep suspicions. It seemed advantageous to clarify our interests ahead of time.]

Zhang Wei nodded, affirming his earlier suspicions.

So, the system had already begun plotting, he mused.

The truth hadn't been fully revealed, and he hadn't expected otherwise.

"What about the previous hosts?" he probed.

[They were deemed unqualified, unable to accommodate the power of the Dragon God bloodline. Consequently, they perished.]

Zhang Wei's frowned. "Didn't you claim that you wouldn't harm your hosts?"

[That was their voluntary choice, Host. Though their bodies had a minimal chance of successfully merging with the bloodline, according to the system's evaluation, your chance of success is 100%! This is why you were selected as the ideal host for the system!]

Zhang Wei contemplated the response, shaking his head with a wry smile.

Something seemed amiss, yet he couldn't pinpoint any flaws.

Everything appeared too perfect.

Was his body truly 100% compatible with the bloodline?

And to top it off, he had acquired the system?

What kind of absurdity was this?

Could he really be that legendary fortunate individual?

What if this cunning system employed the same tactics repeatedly, luring innocent souls to their demise with false promises?

Nevertheless, the system, in all its shrewdness, refrained from disclosing further information.

A smirk slowly materialized on Zhang Wei's face, his mind formulating a plan to extract the maximum benefit from the system's current helplessness.

'I will only entertain the idea of rescuing your master if, and only if, I become strong enough to undertake such a task. As of now, saving her does not align with my immediate priorities. It's possible that she has already met her demise and transformed into a vengeful spirit,' Zhang Wei declared, maintaining a calm yet resolute demeanor.

[I accept your condition, Host! However, I must remind you that my master possesses exceptional beauty.]

Zhang Wei's face contorted with irritation. 'Do you take me for some lustful bastard who only thinks with his lower body? My primary focus is preserving my own life. If some woman perishes, so be it!'

Approaching the matter with utmost seriousness, Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel a tinge of apprehension about the enigmatic realms of heaven and hell.

Though he refrained from verbalizing it, the concept of karma gnawed at his thoughts, raising questions about whether he would find himself ruling over hell.

'The notion of wielding dominion over hell doesn't sound entirely unpleasant,' mused Zhang Wei, a faint smile curling his lips.

[What other conditions do you propose, Host?]

'I demand access to a comprehensive collection of cultivation techniques specific to the Vermilion Phoenix bloodline!'

[Such techniques can be obtained through the use of points, Host.]

'No, I insist that it be included as part of our agreement,' Zhang Wei persisted.

[Host, isn't that an exorbitant demand?]

'You have the freedom to reject the deal,' Zhang Wei calmly replied, his words effectively putting the system in a bind.

["...."]

The system found itself rendered speechless, outmaneuvered by its resourceful host who skillfully exploited its own words.

[I agree to your conditions, Host.]

'Very well. Now enlighten me further about this transcendent bloodline. If your master propagated it among various families, why has it remained concealed for all these years?'

[Host, that is a sensitive matter! I implore you to refrain from probing into it.]

Zhang Wei's intrigue deepened. 'Ah, but doesn't your plea to avoid the topic only fuel my curiosity?'

Reluctantly, the system relented and divulged the hidden truth.

Upon learning the harrowing fate of those bestowed with the Dragon God's bloodline, Zhang Wei couldn't suppress a chilling smile.

This was a level of cruelty that defied imagination.

It wasn't that individuals born with the bloodline didn't exist; rather, most of them met a grim fate at birth, while the fortunate few were banished to desolate mortal realms, where they languished without any opportunity for cultivation.