Manipulative Harem God



Amidst the hushed whispers of unseen events, Zhang Wei savored a much-needed respite, unaware of the ethereal scenes unfolding in silence.

Nestled beneath the towering edifice of a forsaken high school building, an expansive sanctuary of abandonment emerged—an open abyss of lost time.

Within this forgotten place, a colossal, square-shaped vessel brimmed with shimmering water.

Gently cascading beneath the liquid's surface, a breathtaking woman named Xu Ruiqi found herself held captive in its aqueous grasp.

Stripped of her garments, she contorted in silent torment, her gasps for air growing fainter as the tendrils of mortality slowly tightened their grip.

In stark contrast to the haunting spectacle unfolding before her, an enigmatic figure materialized before the glass reservoir. Just on the threshold of womanhood, Xie Meirong stood poised like an ethereal apparition, her sleek gothic black dress flowing gracefully down to her feet. The obsidian gown seemed to absorb the surrounding light, enveloping her in an air of mysterious allure as she drifted through the shadows.

Her raven-black tresses cascaded like a waterfall of darkness, mirroring the inky hue of her attire. Each strand swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded her. Her features, chiseled and delicate, lent her an otherworldly countenance that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the mortal realm.

Named Xie Meirong, she was no ordinary high school student. Her existence defied the ordinary, and there was an undeniable magnetism about her that drew the eyes of those around her. The contrast of her elegant beauty against the eerie scene before her made her presence all the more captivating and enigmatic.

Ascending the ranks of academia with unparalleled excellence, she stood as the esteemed president of the student union—a beacon of influence among her peers.

In the rare moments she could escape reality's shackles, she sought solace immersed in verses of poetic beauty and the captivating narratives of exquisite novels.

Her soul, ever attuned to the eloquence of art, found solace within its inspiring embrace.

Yet, veiled by a facade of seemingly ordinary aspirations, Xie Meirong concealed a profound secret—an enigma lurking, awaiting discovery by those oblivious to the vast depths beneath her seemingly angelic surface.

Xie Meirong's lips curved into a faint, almost sinister smile as she watched the girl trapped inside the glass finally cease her frantic struggles, her body slowly drying out.

*C-Crack!*

In a split second, an astonishing sight unfolded. Without a single movement of her delicate fingers, Xu Ruiqi's fragile hands and limbs were viciously torn apart, crimson blood instantly fusing with the surrounding water, transforming it into a macabre sea of red.

Unfazed, Xie Meirong remained as still as a statue, the atmosphere around her seemingly imbued with an otherworldly presence. It was as if an invisible entity had orchestrated this horrifying spectacle.

Just beside Xie Meirong, above an inticrate wodden structure, a haunting painting was decepted over an plain canvas.

Its canvas depicted a girl suspended on a cross, lifeless and devoid of the vitality that once graced her existence. What set this artwork apart from the others was the twisted arrangement of body parts. Her severed head rested at the base, while the remaining fragments of flesh were methodically repositioned above, creating a macabre yet strangely captivating artistic composition.

The girl immortalized in that dark portrait was none other than Xu Ruiqi, her visage forever trapped in a sinister and haunting depiction

A white-haired man stood before Xie Meirong, his piercing blue eyes shimmering with an enigmatic light. "It looks like my work here is done," he murmured, his voice carrying an air of quiet confidence.

A flicker of surprise danced across Xie Meirong's face as she turned to face him. "Don't you want to witness the process?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

The man shook his head, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Not today. Just remember, carry out the assigned task. Avoid direct involvement with your target, she has a high profile. We need it to appear as an accident," he instructed, his words tinged with a hint of caution.

Xie Meirong's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. "Are you afraid of staying here with me?" she challenged, her voice dripping with derision.

A flash of annoyance flickered in the man's eyes as he swiftly replied, his words sharp and decisive. "Nobody wants to be near a mad woman. Don't disappoint us," he retorted, his footsteps echoing in the surrounding silence as he made his retreat.

In a moment of doubt, Xie Meirong called out, her voice betraying a hint of worry. "Are you absolutely sure this place is safe?" Her concerns lingered in the air, mingling with a sense of apprehension.

Without turning back, the man's voice carried a note of reassurance. "Don't worry. The school building has undergone countless renovations. There's no trace of this abandoned space, not even in the blueprints," he assured her, his words fading as his shadow gradually blended into the encroaching darkness.

Left alone, Xie Meirong resumed her actions, still feeling apprehensive.

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On the morning of March 16, 2023, Li Liying, accompanied by her twelve-year-old daughter, Li Xiaoyu, made her way to the police station with a determined expression.

Their mission: to secure Ye Feng's bail.

Ye Feng, surprised and slightly elated, couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the two familiar figures approaching him.

"Sister Li, why did you bring Xiaoyu to this kind of place?" he questioned, his heart warmed by their presence.

He held the widow and her daughter in high regard, appreciating the kindness they had shown him in the past.

Li Xiaoyu, not one to hold back her emotions, immediately pouted and crossed her arms. "Why doesn't brother want to see me anymore? Fine then, Mom, let's go back and leave Ye Feng in jail for a few more days!" she exclaimed, her fiery spirit on full display.

Despite her playful threats, both Li Liying and Ye Feng couldn't help but smile at Li Xiaoyu's adorable antics.

Her passion and love for Ye Feng were evident in every word she spoke.

Li Xiaoyu was the twelve-year-old daughter of Li Liying, her only remaining family and source of support.