The Black Dragon Citadel had become a clockwork of subdued tension, its rhythm set by the silent, omnipresent will of its master. Weeks bled into months, each day a lesson in the new hierarchy for its inhabitants. For Su Wan, the First Wife, time was measured not in sunsets but in the gradual, inexorable swell of her abdomen, a living monument to her conquest. The Lewd Crest upon her navel pulsed with a constant, warm light, a beacon of the potent life growing within. Her consciousness had retreated, subsumed by the biological imperative of nurturing the heir. She was a serene lake, its surface placid, its depths teeming with a terrifying, nascent power.
Chu Ling, the Personal Maid, moved through her duties with a ghost's efficiency. The humiliation of her branding had been forged in the fires of servitude into a blade of cold acceptance. Her body, perfected against her will, was a finely tuned instrument. She could sense the subtlest shift in the Citadel's qi, anticipate the Ancestor's needs before he voiced them. The silver characters on her hip were a constant, shameful reminder, but also a perverse source of a new, twisted identity: she was his. In the stillness, she attended to Su Wan, a silent communion between the two most important treasures of the Eternal Goblin Ancestor. They were living, breathing assets, their value increasing with every passing day.
The Ancestor himself was a vortex of calm calculation. His plunder of Ye Fan's minor fortunes had been a satisfying proof of concept. The Destiny-Severing Array, woven into the Citadel's foundations using the liquefied essence of the late Su elder, hummed constantly, a subtle filter slowly straining the luck from the Luo Region's spiritual flow. He was like a master poisoner, administering minuscule, undetectable doses to his enemy's future.
His focus, however, was primarily on the impending birth. The System provided constant updates, its analytics cold and thrilling.
[Fetal Development: 99.8% complete. Qi Saturation: Critical.]
[Bloodline Fusion Analysis: Yin Phoenix Divine Blood (Mother) + Netherworld Dragon Sovereign Bone (Father) + System Catalyzation = ???] [Predicted Physique: Unprecedented. Alignment: Extreme Yang (Tyrannical). Aura: Supreme Evil.]
[Warning: Parturition will likely trigger a catastrophic Qi tide. Prepare containment protocols.]
A smile, devoid of warmth and full of avaricious anticipation, played on the Ancestor's lips. Catastrophic was good. Catastrophic meant power.
The event began not with a cry, but with a silence. A profound, absolute stillness fell over the Phoenix Chamber. The air grew thick, heavy, pregnant with an energy that was both divine and profane. The spirit lamps flickered and died. The only light came from Su Wan's body, which glowed with an internal, furious silver radiance.
Chu Ling, who had been arranging spirit herbs, froze, her instincts screaming of an imminent, world-altering event.
The Ancestor appeared in the chamber without a sound, his green eyes fixed on Su Wan with the intensity of a jeweler assessing a flawless diamond under pressure. "It is time," he stated, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in the bones. "The vessel has reached its limit."
Su Wan's water broke, but it was not mere fluid. It was liquid moonlight and shadow, splashing onto the floor and sizzling with immense power. She cried out, a sound that was part pain, part ecstatic release, as the full force of the converging bloodlines surged through her, demanding exit.
The birth was not a medical procedure; it was a cosmic event. The room filled with phantom images—a crystalline Phoenix shrieking in triumph, a colossal Black Dragon roaring in challenge. The air crackled, and spatial ripples tore at the edges of the chamber. The Ancestor didn't assist; he observed, the System recording every precious data point.
And then he was born.
There was no gentle slide into the world. There was a final, titanic surge of energy from Su Wan, and the child exploded into existence, hovering above the bed in a cocoon of violent, swirling energies.
He was a boy. Perfectly formed, yet utterly alien. His skin was pale jade, etched with faint, natural patterns that resembled draconic scales. A shock of hair as black as the void itself crowned his head. And his eyes… they were open. They glowed with the same pitiless green as his father's, but within them swirled a nascent, peerless arrogance and a depth of ancient evil that should be impossible in an infant.
He did not cry. He inhaled his first breath.
The sound was not that of a baby. It was the roar of a primordial Tyrant claiming his domain.
It was a physical wave of sound and will that shot out from the Citadel. Windows of Netherwater City, a hundred miles away, shattered. Beasts in the surrounding forests cowered and whined. Cultivators below the Core Formation stage felt their hearts clench with an instinctive, primal fear. For a thousand miles in every direction, every living thing felt a chill, a sudden inexplicable dread, as if the sun had briefly been blotted out by a thing of immense, malignant power. A Supreme Evil Physique had awakened. The Heavens themselves seemed to shudder at the abomination of its birth—a being of such profound darkness, born not of chaos, but of deliberate, calculated sin.
In the chamber, the roar subsided. The infant descended, floating gently into his mother's exhausted arms. Su Wan looked down at her son, her emotions a maelstrom of maternal instinct, terror, and awe. This was her child. This… godling of darkness.
The System notifications bloomed in the Ancestor's mind, chiming with triumphant frequency.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! First offspring successfully delivered!]
[Bloodline: Primeval Tyrant (Unranked, Peerless Evil Physique).] [Reward for siring a Supreme-Evil-Alignment offspring: Cultivation Base Boost!]
[Host Cultivation Base: Early Full-Step Soul Transformation Realm -> Peak Full-Step Soul Transformation Realm!] [Additional Reward: 'Tyrant's Father' Title acquired. Aura of Authority enhanced. Intimidation effects against those of weaker will are doubled.]
[New Quest: 'A Dynasty of Darkness'. Breed more Supreme-Evil-Alignment offspring. Reward: Progression towards Next Major Realm.]
Power, vast and absolute, flooded the Ancestor. It was a tsunami that dwarfed the previous reward. He felt the very fabric of space around him become as pliable as clay. His soul felt ready to not just transform, but to conquer the next realm entirely. He had ascended not by arduous cultivation, but by the fruit of his loins.
He did not look at the child. He did not reach for the son that radiated such terrifying power. His glowing green eyes were fixed solely on Su Wan, who lay panting and weak, the divine light fading from her skin, leaving her pale and utterly vulnerable.
He moved to the bed, his presence overwhelming the room. He looked down at her, at the sweat on her brow, the tremble in her limbs, the evidence of her monumental effort.
A deep, genuine gratitude, twisted through the lens of his monstrous nature, shone in his eyes. He saw not a woman, but the most fertile, productive plot of land imaginable.
He knelt on the bed, one hand tangling roughly in her sweat-dampened hair, pulling her head back. She winced, too weak to resist, her eyes wide with confusion and post-partum exhaustion.
"Thank you," the Ancestor whispered, his voice a blend of childish treble and ancient, gravelled power. Then he crushed his lips against hers in a deep, claiming, French kiss. It was not an act of passion, but of possession and profound, twisted thanks. It was the seal on a contract completed.
He broke the kiss, his grip still tight in her hair. His other hand came up and he slapped her cheek—not hard enough to truly hurt, but with a sharp, stinging force that was a shocking contrast to the kiss. It was a gesture to emphasize his point, to keep her focused on him, to remind her of her place even in this moment of her greatest achievement.
"You have done well," he said, his voice low and intense, his face inches from hers. "Exceedingly well. Your womb is truly peerless. You have given me a king. For that, you have my… gratitude."
He released her, standing up. The infant in her arms gurgled, a sound that somehow still carried an echo of that world-shaking roar.
The Ancestor looked at the child then, a flicker of approval in his gaze. "Raise him well. Teach him that this world, and all others, will one day kneel at his feet." He turned and walked away, his form vanishing into the shadows, leaving the mother and the Tyrant child alone in the dim chamber, the air still crackling with the aftermath of the evil born unto the world.
The first fruit of his harvest had ripened. And it was magnificent. The game had just changed entirely.