In a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a lantern flickered against the wooden walls, casting long, shifting shadows. Fang Ming sat cross-legged on a simple straw mat, still adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. The ancient-looking wooden chamber creaked softly, its silence broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind sneaking through gaps in the aged walls.
Suddenly, a sharp ding echoed in his mind, clear and metallic, like the chime of an ethereal bell. His body jolted slightly, startled by the unexpected sound, and a translucent screen appeared before his eyes, filled with glowing golden characters.
As he read the words slowly forming on the interface, his expression froze.
[Ding! Milf Disciple Acceptance System Activated!]
Fang Ming blinked. His lips twitched slightly before he finally muttered, "Milf disciple acceptance system?? What the hell is this...?"
He stared blankly at the floating text for a moment, then rubbed his temples as confusion clouded his thoughts. "Is this… is this the legendary golden finger those transmigrated protagonists always get in cultivation novels?" he wondered aloud, disbelief written across his face. "But… what is wrong with my system?? Why does it feel so unreliable?"
He furrowed his brows, staring at the interface as if expecting it to vanish any second, but instead—
[Ding! It has been detected that host has successfully transmigrated. Hence, Villain System is being activated. 1%... 3%...]
Fang Ming's brows shot up in alarm. "Another one?" he whispered.
But before he could react further, a jarring sequence followed:
[ERROR! ERROR! Conflict detected. Host already possesses an active system. Struggle between systems initiated…]
His heartbeat quickened, eyes widening. "What the hell is this... system war??" he shouted, half in panic, half in disbelief. The very idea of two systems fighting inside his body sounded absurd—was he going to explode?
The interface pulsed again with flickering lights, and the pace of the text accelerated.
[Ding! The war has concluded. A new system is being bound to host. 1%... 2%... 20%... 50%... 99%... 100%]
The light dimmed to a soft glow as the final line appeared.
[Ding! Villain Milf Disciple Acceptance System has successfully been bound to host.]
The words shimmered ominously in the air before slowly fading.
Fang Ming's jaw slackened, his mind struggling to process the absurd series of events that had just unfolded in less than a minute. "…Villain milf disciple accepting system?" he repeated, half-suspecting this was all just an elaborate joke.
Collecting himself with a deep breath, he asked cautiously, "System, what are your functions?"
The mechanical voice responded promptly, calm and devoid of emotion.
[Ding! Host. The current system is a hybrid of two superior-level systems. Their fusion has resulted in the formation of a Transcendent Level System.]
Fang Ming raised a brow, trying to understand the implications of such a description. "Transcendent level system? What does that mean exactly?" he inquired, his voice still carrying a trace of wariness.
[Ding! Host, systems are classified into five levels: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Superior, and Transcendent. Transcendent systems are the highest class, capable of influencing fate, karma, and destiny across realms. They are considered the strongest systems in all of Chaos.]
A long silence followed. Fang Ming's expression slowly shifted into one of stunned realization. "I see… So I've actually hit the jackpot."
He paused, running his fingers through his disheveled hair before nodding slightly. "Seems like I've been blessed with an OP system... Alright then, what are your main functions?"
The system did not delay in its response.
[Ding! Host, the system's core function is to accept Daughters of Luck as disciples while hunting Sons of Luck. Both Sons and Daughters of Luck are categorized by tiers, and the host will earn Villain Points based on the level of target accepted or eliminated.]
[Ding! Villain Points can be exchanged for cultivation years, rare bloodlines, divine weapons, forbidden arts, or even supreme martial legacies.]
As Fang Ming listened intently, his eyes began to gleam with intrigue. "Interesting... So, it's like harvesting karmic energy from fate's chosen children. Accept the heroines, destroy the heroes…"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, already imagining the implications. "This... This could actually work."
But then another thought surfaced in his mind. He looked up and asked, "System, what are the levels for these Sons and Daughters of Luck?"
Once again, the system responded crisply.
[Ding! Host, the levels are as follows: Grey, White, Green, Blue, Orange, Purple, Yellow, Red, Rainbow, and Immortal.]
Each level seemed to echo in Fang Ming's mind like a chime, carrying a strange weight behind it. He didn't yet fully understand what each tier meant in power or influence, but just the progression alone told him everything he needed to know: the stakes would grow higher with every step.
Just as he was about to ask more, a sudden sound interrupted his thoughts.
Knock knock knock.
A clear rapping echoed from the wooden door at the far side of the room, sharp against the otherwise still air.
Fang Ming's body tensed. The knock was not loud, but in that moment, it carried an unsettling weight.
His eyes slowly shifted toward the door.
"…Who could that be?" he murmured.
Outside, the wind stirred faintly, as if heralding the beginning of a storm.