Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Wang Jian’s brows furrowed with curiosity as he listened to Aiden’s explanation. “The Sinister Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess? That’s quite an unusual name,” he remarked, his voice laced with intrigue. .

Aiden, sensing the growing interest, couldn’t help but smile slyly. “Indeed, she lives up to her name,” he began, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and wariness.

“Amongst us demons, she is renowned for her incomparable skill in weaving curses. Born as a commoner with the rare bloodline of the Nether Curseweaver Devil Clan, she surpassed all expectations and rose to prominence by using her unique techniques to outsmart and humiliate countless demons and devil clans.”

Pausing for a moment, Aiden’s expression turned grave as he continued, “But her true power lies in the treasures she discovered within the ancestral tomb of the Nether Curseweaver Devil Clan. Among them, she unearthed a weapon of unparalleled might—an Ancestral Devil Scythe. This weapon possesses extraordinary abilities, far surpassing anything you’ve ever witnessed. It is believed that this scythe has the potential to break open the seals guarding our ancestral tomb.”

Wang Jian and Hong Meilin exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the significance of this revelation.

They continued their conversation with Aiden, delving deeper into the secrets surrounding the Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess and the Ancestral Tomb. After extracting all the information they deemed necessary, they concluded the interrogation for the day and stepped out of the tent, leaving Aiden behind.

Once outside, away from prying ears, they huddled together to discuss their next course of action.

Wang Jian’s voice carried a note of caution as he spoke, “We must keep the details of this conversation strictly confidential. Revealing the existence of the Ancestral Tomb could easily lead to panic among our allies. The demons already possess formidable power and granting them access to this unique ability would only make them more dangerous.”

Hong Meilin nodded in agreement, understanding the rationale behind Wang Jian’s decision. “I understand your concerns. The last thing we need is chaos and fear spreading among our forces. We must tread carefully and strategically.”

Unbeknownst to Hong Meilin, Wang Jian harbored his own hidden motives for keeping the secret. His thoughts drifted to the potential benefits this Ancestral Tomb held for him personally.

If he could acquire the ancient bloodline and integrate it with his own Devil Bloodline, it could be a monumental breakthrough.

With the assistance of the mysterious system that had bestowed him with extraordinary abilities, Wang Jian believed that unlocking the powers within that ancient bloodline was within his reach.

They continued their discussion, mapping out their next steps and formulating a plan to navigate the treacherous path ahead.

As Hong Meilin listened to Wang Jian’s intricate plans, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of grudging admiration for his meticulousness.

Despite finding him despicable, she had to admit that his mind was sharp and cunning, surpassing her own in many ways.

As Hong Meilin headed towards her group, Wang Jian’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on the graceful sway of her figure. In his mind, he entertained thoughts of indulging in carnal pleasures, picturing a scenario where he would take her in a debauched and submissive manner, eliciting screams of pleasure beneath his dominating presence.

However, he restrained himself, recognizing that today was not the opportune moment for such desires. He had a far more cunning plan in mind, one that would leave her feeling vulnerable and alone, utterly dependent on him for support.

Wang Jian’s mind raced with possibilities, envisioning a future encounter where circumstances would force Hong Meilin to seek his aid, her defenses crumbling under the weight of desperation. It was in that moment of weakness that he intended to strike, manipulating her reliance on him to his advantage.

He knew that exploiting her vulnerability would grant him an unparalleled level of control, allowing him to maneuver their relationship to suit his desires.

As Wang Jian turned his attention to the notifications from the system, he was met with a pleasant surprise. The successful manipulation and coercion of Hong Meilin into becoming his woman had resulted in a substantial influx of Destiny Points. His cunning maneuvers and unwavering stance during their negotiations had garnered him an impressive sum of approximately 250,000 Destiny Points.

The magnitude of this acquisition left Wang Jian momentarily taken aback.

It was a staggering number, and what surprised him, even more, was that he hadn’t even consummated their newfound relationship yet.

Realization dawned on him, and a mischievous smile crept across his face.

If he could extend his influence and target Ye Chen’s original heroines, the potential for amassing an astronomical amount of Destiny Points was within his grasp.

The implications of this discovery were nothing short of extraordinary, a promising turn of events that ignited a fire of excitement within him.

Wang Jian’s mind raced with the possibilities, contemplating the vast rewards that awaited him through the exploitation of these heroines.

With eager anticipation, Wang Jian delved into his current status.

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Status

Name: Wang Jian.

Age: 20 years old.

Destiny Points: 462,671.

Cultivation: Third Stage of the King Realm. (Require 100,000 Destiny Points for each stage.)

Cultivation Technique: Soaring Dragon Technique (Level 5) (Requires 2,000,000 Destiny Points to level up).

Skills: Origin Fist, Beam of Destruction, Mystic Force, Divine Shielding Iron Body, Enhanced Strength, Spiritual Sensitivity, Moonrise Fist, Lunar Shield, Moonshadow Step, Shadow Manipulation, Dark Fog, Eclipse Domain Annihilation, Tranquil Mind Divine Mantra, Black Castle, Elemental Genius, Dragon’s Prestige, Enchantment Ability (Level 1), Starry Night Sky Strike, Serene Moonlight Slash, Swift Silver Stab, Endless Blade Defense, and Flowing Water Guard.

Ocular Abilities: True Eyes (Level 2) (200,000 Destiny Points).

Bloodline: Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Bloodline. (Second Level) (Next level: 500,000 Destiny Points).

Insight in Laws – Flame: Mid-Level (2,000,000 Destiny Points). Lightning – Nil (150,000 Destiny Points), Dark – Nil (100,000 Destiny Points), Sword – Nil (300,000 Destiny Points), Space – Nil (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Physique: Chaotic Yang Body (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Spirit: Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon (Seven Star Spirit) (Mutated).

Weaknesses: Holy Attribute. Solar Attribute.

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Wang Jian noticed that his Sword Attribute was now showing the number of Destiny Points required to boost his insight in the Laws of Sword.

However, what truly stunned Wang Jian was the addition of the Space Attribute to his repertoire of Insights.

It appeared as a tantalizing option, tempting him with its immense potential, but the cost stood at a staggering one million Destiny Points.

He deduced that this revelation was a direct result of his encounter with the mysterious Ebon Void Essence Ore, a catalyst that had unlocked a previously uncharted avenue for him to explore.

The realization sent waves of excitement and anticipation coursing through Wang Jian’s veins.

The prospect of mastering the elusive Laws of Space held an immense allure, promising him unparalleled control over the fabric of reality itself.

It was an opportunity that he couldn’t ignore, fueling his determination to acquire the necessary Destiny Points and harness this newfound potential.

Wang Jian mused silently, contemplating his next course of action.

‘To fully harness the system’s abilities, I must actively target Ye Chen’s original heroines,’ he acknowledged with conviction.

Until now, Wang Jian had been meticulously cultivating his faction, strategically positioning himself not only as the most influential prince but also as someone with formidable support to withstand the imminent clash with the Emperor.

He was acutely aware that once he unveiled his ambitions of ascending to the throne, the Emperor would swiftly perceive him as a formidable threat and take measures accordingly.

Though the Emperor was willing to appoint a Crown Prince, relinquishing the throne entirely was a different matter altogether.

This was evident from the Emperor’s involvement in managing the affairs of the Everlasting Mystic Empire and tirelessly expanding its borders.

Wang Jian discerned that the Emperor would seize this opportune moment to further the empire’s territorial ambitions, capitalizing on the distractions that currently preoccupied him.

It was a calculated move, driven by the Emperor’s unyielding desire for expansion and dominance.

As Wang Jian’s faction and the church’s group advanced toward the heart of the forest, where the formidable demon force dwelled, he made a point of walking alongside Hong Meilin. Engaging her in conversation served his ulterior motives of unraveling her secrets and exerting further influence over her.

During their exchange, an intriguing question escaped Wang Jian’s lips, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. “Why did the church dispatch two bishops as your group’s protectors? Surely the Pope must have been aware of the existence of immensely powerful demons within these woods, capable of subduing the ferocious beasts and seizing control of this domain.”

Hong Meilin maintained an unwavering silence in response to his query, a deliberate choice that also allowed her to uphold her contractual agreement.

Wang Jian found himself slightly taken aback by her resolute refusal to answer to his query.

However, he astutely deduced that her silence implied that speaking on the matter would somehow run counter to the church’s interests, sparking a sinister smile to curl upon his lips.

“Now I see… Your group’s true purpose in venturing into this forest wasn’t solely to vanquish the demons. No, in fact, your aim was to align yourselves with either the Crown Prince’s or the Second Princess’s faction,” Wang Jian stated, his tone dripping with a mix of fascination and calculated observation.

“The Pope, wise in his strategies, foresaw that by joining forces with one of these factions, your group would benefit from their formidable protection. Thus, you would retain the lives of most of your loyal followers and members, while preserving the church’s prestigious standing. What a truly clever scheme,” he concluded, admiration and a touch of amusement coloring his words.

As Wang Jian carefully observed Hong Meilin’s reaction, he detected a flicker of astonishment within her pupils. The subtle betrayal in her gaze affirmed his theory, granting him the confirmation he sought. However, instead of acknowledging her response, Hong Meilin defiantly turned her head away, a silent gesture that spoke volumes of her guarded nature.

A wry smile danced on Wang Jian’s lips as he savored the triumph of his deduction. He relished the feeling of being one step ahead in this intricate game of power and manipulation. It was clear to him that his astute analysis had struck a chord within the depths of Hong Meilin’s being, unsettling her in ways she did not wish to reveal.

Unfazed by her attempts to maintain composure, Wang Jian leaned in slightly, his voice laced with an air of sly satisfaction. “You can’t hide it from me, Hong Meilin. Your eyes spoke volumes just now, confirming what I suspected. Your reaction tells me that I’ve struck a nerve with my deduction.”

He paused for a moment, savoring the tension that lingered in the air between them. “But since you are my woman, I will make sure that your secret isn’t exposed. In fact, I find this clandestine alliance of yours rather intriguing. It seems we share a common goal—to navigate the treacherous currents of power and secure our own positions.”

Wang Jian’s words were delivered with a calculated mixture of curiosity and cunning, subtly hinting that it was a benefit of becoming his woman.

However, she remained silent, her expression revealing a lack of interest in commenting on the topic at hand.

Undeterred by her reticence, Wang Jian decided to conclude the discussion in a nonchalant manner, as if he were merely sharing an amusing observation.

“It’s quite entertaining, isn’t it? If the Pope hadn’t attempted to be so clever by sending a lackluster group of protectors with you, we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to forge this unique relationship. I suppose I ought to express my gratitude for his unwitting assistance.”

His words struck a chord within Hong Meilin, revealing a mixture of shock and hurt in her eyes. Wang Jian couldn’t help but savor the sight, knowing that he had planted a seed of doubt within her.

He understood that the more she contemplated the situation, the more dissatisfied she would become with the church and its leadership. This was the first step in eroding her faith and trust.