Villain: Let Go of the Girl of Luck, Let Me Take Over!!

90: Son of Fortune: PachiftnovLooking at the blurry figure in front of him, the system’s introduction appeared in Mu Wuchen’s eyes.

”Patchiftenov: Son of Destiny, ordinary person, no cultivation, owner of the system controlling from behind the scenes. The more targets he controls, the higher their talent, and the stronger their power, the greater the rewards he receives. Failure to control will result in certain penalties. The highest cultivation he can currently control is the Emperor Realm. He possesses 65,000 Son of Destiny points.”

This strange phantom was actually also a Son of Destiny, and a Son of Destiny with a system!

In fact, it was understandable; someone who could poach Lin Fan, a Son of Destiny, was most likely also a Son of Destiny!

However, his name was so strange.

Could he be a foreigner?

Patchiftenov, afraid of bullying a special coward?

Moreover, this Son of Destiny had no cultivation at all; he was just an ordinary person!

An ordinary person currently had the chance to control a Demon Emperor; the system was indeed terrifying!

However, now that he knew this system could control people, and that there would be a penalty for failed control, his goal was very clear!

That was to make more and more people break free from his control!

He himself had no cultivation, relying entirely on controlling others from behind the scenes. As long as he made everyone he controlled break free, he probably wouldn’t have many Son of Destiny points left.

And the first to break free from his control would be himself!

Mu Wuchen looked at the phantom’s powerful aura, with little ripple in his eyes, because he already knew that everything was just a bluff.

This was a peculiar illusion. As long as the person entering the illusion believed, he could do anything, even become a Great Emperor.

That’s why he immediately told Mu Wuchen that he was called the Heavenly Emperor. As long as Mu Wuchen was prejudiced and thought he was a Great Emperor, he would be able to display imperial might, and then everything would be confirmed!

However, Mu Wuchen knew his cultivation from the beginning and would never truly believe it.

Facing Mu Wuchen’s question, the phantom pondered for a moment, then began to guide him patiently.

”State your name, and your reward will increase by one minor realm.”

The phantom spoke indifferently from a superior position.

Mu Wuchen immediately understood. So that was why the old man who sold him melons said that eating the melon would increase one’s realm by a minor realm. This Son of Destiny was very clever.

First, he would issue some simple tasks, and one could get decent rewards. Then, people would trust his words even more, and the control would deepen, eventually turning them into his slaves!

Mu Wuchen’s expression remained unchanged as he casually made something up.

”My name is Wang Wangwang.”

Hearing Mu Wuchen’s words, the phantom seemed to be startled.

”Wang Wangwang, Wang Wangwang, what a strange name.”

However, before he could react, Mu Wuchen had already burst into laughter.

”What a good dog!”

After hearing Mu Wuchen’s words, the phantom seemed to have reacted as well.

”Are you tricking me?”

The phantom was instantly enraged, and then a massive imperial might enveloped Mu Wuchen!

However, facing this seemingly terrifying pressure, Mu Wuchen neither dodged nor avoided, allowing it to fall upon him.

Yet, when the seemingly powerful strike landed on Mu Wuchen, nothing happened.

Mu Wuchen immediately burst into laughter. The originally lofty, immense figure instantly shrank, becoming smaller and smaller, finally transforming into an extremely short phantom.

The phantom’s appearance was still unclear, but it was nearly two heads shorter than Mu Wuchen.

”How is this possible!!!”

Watching his figure slowly shrink, the phantom seemed very surprised.

”Did you not believe it from the very beginning?”

Mu Wuchen did not answer him. He simply waved his large hand, grabbed the phantom by the neck, and then directly twisted it, wanting to give this Son of Destiny a taste of his own medicine!

The illusion shattered with a crash.

Mu Wuchen returned to reality.

”Congratulations to the host for successfully breaking free from the control of the Son of Destiny Patchiftenov, causing his crucial mission to fail, and successfully plundering 1000 Son of Destiny points.”

Somewhere.

(Beep beep beep, host mission failed. Failed to successfully control the target character. The trial reward ”Invincible Great Sword” has been revoked. Demon Race Puppet 10086 has fallen one major realm.)

A mechanical voice came, and a young man immediately showed a pained expression, along with boundless rage!

”Damn it! This scoundrel actually dared to trick me and made me lose a crucial reward!”

”Wang Wangwang, you just wait for me, I will definitely turn you into my slave!”

”Since the Soul Control Thread is useless, then I’ll use other methods!”

”System, send out Puppets 178210, 447521, oh, and 4587 to attack together. I want to cripple him and then forcefully control him!”

”Hmph, a mere Mystic Infant, how dare he oppose me!”

(Beep beep beep, received, host, currently issuing puppet missions.)

The mechanical voice rang out again, and only then did Patchiftenov relax.

Mu Wuchen reopened his eyes, looking at the women behind him, and smiled slightly.

”It’s nothing, let’s go.”

Only then did the women relax.

Mu Wuchen looked at Su Meier, his eyes fiery and aggressive.

Feeling Mu Wuchen’s gaze, Su Meier quickly lowered her head.

He didn’t know why, but ever since he condensed his Demonic Body, although his mind hadn’t been affected, his hostility and temper had subtly increased significantly.

This was also why, when he first condensed his Demonic Body, he chose to slaughter some powerful underground creatures.

Mu Wuchen estimated that it was because his Demonic Body was much stronger than his Immortal Body. By maintaining his Immortal Body for a long time, the Demonic Body had been suppressed for a long time and began to stir.

Mu Wuchen shook his head, putting aside these distracting thoughts, and looked at the Huaxu Realm man not far away.

This person had previously echoed the melon-selling old man, and he must also be a puppet of that Son of Destiny, Patchiftenov. Mu Wuchen casually swung out a burst of energy, and the man’s body exploded with a bang, leaving no trace.

However, to Mu Wuchen’s disappointment, the system did not prompt any Son of Destiny points being credited this time. It was likely because this person’s strength was too weak, and his impact on that Son of Destiny was too small.

Just then, a person dressed in Tianxuan Sect disciple attire ran over anxiously.

”Senior Brother Mu, Senior Brother Mu, this is bad!”

Seeing the approaching person, Mu Wuchen frowned slightly.

”What’s the matter, so urgent?”

The disciple gasped for breath, his eyes filled with terror.

”Senior Brother Mu, dozens of Tianxuan Sect teams have been attacked by powerful Demon Race experts. The number of disciples lost has exceeded half. The Demon Race’s strength is far greater than we imagined!”

”Senior Brother Chu Tiange has already requested aid from the sect, and the sect has dispatched thousands more disciples to support, and even several Elders are coming. I came here to warn you all to be extra careful!”