Manipulative Harem God



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.

Once a person inherited the Transcendent bloodline, their innate talent surpassed all measurements, even surpassing Zhang Wei's own heavenly talent.

The methods employed to evaluate the potential of young children were incapable of detecting this exceptional bloodline, resulting in these children being unjustly labeled as talentless for cultivation.

Within the celestial world, being born without talent was regarded as a grave sin. Thus, these children were summarily executed or cast away into mortal realms.

Was it excessively cruel?

Perhaps not.

To expose an untrained child to the ruthlessness of the celestials would subject them to a life far worse than hell. It was, in essence, an act of mercy to spare them from such immense suffering.

Their fate was undeniably tragic.

Zhang Wei chuckled at the irony of their circumstances.

They possessed an extraordinary advantage, yet were plagued by unfathomable misfortune.

"..." The system opted for silence, recognizing the fragility of Zhang Wei's mental state. It didn't wish to provoke an emotional breakdown.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei considered himself fortunate. At least he wasn't one of those unfortunate souls.

After all, if he had been an abandoned child, he would have borne the weight of this remarkable bloodline since birth.

Zhang Wei was certain that he wasn't some abandoned child of a random celestial being.

However, he couldn't help but realize that his current fate was intricately tied to the actions of the first supreme ruler.

If she had never bestowed the bloodline upon her subordinates, Zhang Wei would never have been the perfect candidate for it, and the system would never have entered his life.

These thoughts stirred hidden grievances within Zhang Wei towards the first supreme ruler.

After all, his early years of suffering might be attributed to the whims of this manipulative destiny book. But Zhang Wei concealed his resentment, biding his time for revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

Both the system and its master were on his list, and he would make sure they learned their lesson.

'By the way, system, how exactly will this bloodline solve my problem?'' Zhang Wei inquired, remembering that his true predicament lay elsewhere.

[Host, there's no need to worry. Just like the phoenix bloodline offers rebirth to its possessor, the dragon bloodline bestows unique characteristics upon its owner. These include enhanced control over space and remarkable prowess in bed, accompanied by heightened desire.]

[Although the exact identity of the mythical beast that descended from the heavens remains unknown, there is ample evidence to suggest that it belongs to the dragon family. So, Host, you can rest assured!]

Zhang Wei furrowed his brow. 'You still aren't entirely certain whether it's a dragon or not? What if it turns out to be something else? Will I become a laughingstock, inheriting a bloodline that amounts to nothing?'

The system reassured him, [Host, your skepticism is unwarranted. Fear not, if it doesn't work as expected, the system will provide alternative solutions free of charge!]

Zhang Wei was taken aback. 'Aren't you a little too enthusiastic about having me inherit this mysterious bloodline? What else are you hiding?'

He was now convinced that this system wasn't as innocent as it appeared.

Its loyalty lay with the first supreme ruler, not him.

[Host! Add that to my list of punishments!] the system retorted, well aware of Zhang Wei's penchant for revenge. There was no doubt that its name would be included.

Zhang Wei smirked. "You know me well!"

The path of their partnership was clear, but Zhang Wei couldn't help but be surprised by the system's demands.

It wanted him to rescue its long-lost master?

If the master didn't care about the system, why should the spirit of the book of destiny be concerned?

Zhang Wei couldn't help but wonder if the system's mind had become corrupted by its proximity to humans.

With the oath finalized, Zhang Wei felt a sense of relief wash over him.

The process had been relatively smooth and swift, without lingering complications or intricate rituals.

He was grateful that this particular step hadn't consumed much of his time or energy.

Afterwards, Zhang Wei cast an anxious glance at the system, his voice trembling with apprehension. 'Is the bloodline integration secure? I truly hope I won't meet my demise over such a trivial matter.'

The system replied promptly, its tone exuding unwavering confidence. [Host, rest assured. You have the highest probability of successfully inheriting it.]

A sense of unease lingered in Zhang Wei's mind, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

There was a fleeting foreboding, as if he sensed that this path would lead to a perilous outcome.

---

The process of Bloodline Integration commenced.

Host confirmed!

1% progress.

2% progress.

3% progress.

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Suddenly, an intense surge of scorching heat coursed through Zhang Wei's veins, contorting his face with agony.

His instincts screamed that something was terribly wrong.

Overwhelmed by frustration, Zhang Wei unleashed a torrent of curses, his entire being convulsing with internal turmoil.

He could feel everything spiraling out of control.

'You damned system! I'll kill you!'

But to his astonishment, the system interjected, its voice filled with urgency. [Host, wait! Something has gone wrong with my calculations!]

'Gone wrong? What do you mean? Are you playing games with me now?' Zhang Wei's anger seethed, his words dripping with exasperation.

The system fell silent, its silence amplifying the gravity of the situation.

This was not how it was supposed to unfold!

Zhang Wei's body now blazed with a fiery crimson hue, pulsating with a red light on the verge of eruption.

In that moment, Zhang Wei couldn't help but contemplate how he could face death twice in the span of a mere few days.

And this time, he wasn't even responsible for his impending doom.