"Haha, you can't catch me!"
Wang Hao shifted his legs with fluid precision, dodging Xia Weiwei's attacks with effortless ease at impossible angles. It was as if he'd practiced the Lightning Step for countless years, his body moving in perfect sync with his shadow, leaving not a single trace of his movement.
"Impossible! This is… a footwork technique at Peak Perfection!!" Xia Weiwei stared at Wang Hao in stunned disbelief. She could not fathom how this pretty boy who holed up in the laboratory every single day had mastered a footwork technique at the highest realm of mastery.
"Haha, little Xia, you can stand there gaping all you want!"
Wang Hao spun on his heel and bolted straight for the door. But as he passed Mai Mengmeng, the dazed little loli suddenly staggered to her feet, threw her arms around his neck, and planted a forceful, desperate kiss straight on his lips.
"Ding Dong. Congratulations to the Host for committing an act of shameless debauchery. Awarded 500 Villain Points."
"Ding Dong. Congratulations to the Host for meeting the title unlock requirements. Awarded the title: Little Lecher."
In that moment, the laboratory fell deathly silent.
Wang Hao froze, his mind going completely blank. She'd kissed him! She'd forced herself on him! Why the hell was he being labeled a lecher!?
But when Wang Hao read the full details of the Little Lecher title, his entire worldview was turned upside down. He'd definitely bound himself to the most unhinged, unprofessional system in existence.
Little Lecher: A weirdo among womanizers. Unlike the ravenous wolves who'll take any warm body, unlike the posturing fuckboys who thrive on empty swagger, and unlike the sneaky home-wreckers who lurk in the shadows… you are a creative master of the art of desire, unafraid to use coercion, temptation, drugs, or force to get what you want.
Inherent Skill: Lecher's Grin.
- When used on a decent, upstanding woman, it will infallibly trigger negative status effects: panic, fear, and a brief moment of stunned paralysis.
- When used on a seasoned Club Queen, it will grant the bearer a 100% success rate in wooing her, guaranteeing a night of unbridled pleasure.
The Little Lecher's Life Motto: A grin in the club comes with risks. Always keep your kidney tonics and condoms handy.
After reading through every line, Wang Hao's entire understanding of the world crumbled to dust. This wasn't just a weirdo among womanizers—this was a straight-up degenerate of a system. It was utterly unhinged.
"You shameless pervert! I'm going to kill you!!"
Xia Weiwei let out a furious roar, unleashing the full power of her 8th Level Martial Apprentice cultivation. An invisible, oppressive wind swept through the entire laboratory.
Wang Hao jolted in surprise, then turned his head and fixed Xia Weiwei with a bizarre grin: equal parts lecherous and oddly earnest.
In an instant, Xia Weiwei shuddered, stumbling back two steps on high alert. There was only one thought in her mind: What a sinister, depraved smile!
By the time Xia Weiwei snapped out of her daze, Wang Hao had already gently pushed Mai Mengmeng aside, bolted out of the laboratory, and vanished without a trace.
"You shameless pervert! You wait! How dare you hurt Mengmeng! I'll tear you limb from limb!"
Xia Weiwei stamped her foot in white-hot rage, then hurried to Mai Mengmeng's side and helped the delirious, flushed little loli to her feet.
"Ugh… I want a hug… I want a kiss…"
"Stop squirming, I'm taking you home."
"I don't wanna go home! I wanna stay here…"
"Mai Mengmeng, cut it out!"
"…"
Huff! Huff!
Only when Wang Hao was certain he was out of danger did he skid to a halt, gasping for breath. Thank god that violent little lunatic Xia Weiwei hadn't called the cops. If she had, he'd have been locked up in a cell, charged with attempted assault or something far worse. If he'd ended up behind bars, his glorious new life would have ended before it even began.
"System Tip: For a promising, ambitious Grand Villain, spending time in prison is a mandatory course. The System has even prepared a deluxe Prison Gift Pack for the Host."
Cough! Cough!
Wang Hao broke into a violent coughing fit. Of course this damn system had to butt in here. A deluxe Prison Gift Pack? Are you kidding me? If I got locked up, how the hell would I ever break out!?
You had to understand, in the entire Interstellar Federation, the only people who'd ever successfully broken out of prison were incredibly powerful cultivators—big shots with massive backing and influence. Him? A broke nobody? Break out of prison? He'd be lucky if he didn't rot in there for the rest of his life.
Though… if the Novice Gift Pack was that stacked, the Prison Gift Pack would probably be pretty insane too, right? Wait, now that he thought about it, he was actually kind of itching to get locked up!
"Stop trying to convince me to go to prison! Explain to me why the hell I got this Little Lecher title!?" Wang Hao snapped, his tone sharp. Sure, he loved the inherent skill that came with the title, but when it came to his personal integrity, he needed answers.
"The Host drugged Mai Mengmeng, then took advantage of her while she was unconscious and delirious. This fully meets the requirements for the Little Lecher title, specifically the use of drugs and coercion." The System replied in a prim, deadpan tone.
Drugged her my ass! Coerced her my left nut! It was a lab accident, for god's sake! And she'd kissed him! He was the victim here! How dare it insult his character like this!?
"System Tip: The Host's mindset is dangerously naive. A promising, ambitious Grand Villain should not cling to trivial things like 'character' or 'integrity'. Remember: Once you bind a system, the world trembles at your feet; from this day forth, your integrity is a thing of the past. Our goal is to go down in infamy for all eternity. Our wish is to earn the recognition of the world."
Wang Hao stared, dumbfounded. He'd truly learned something new today. Who knew being a shameless scumbag could be framed as such an inspirational, noble pursuit? Though if he was going down in infamy for all eternity, he'd be lucky if people didn't curse his name every day. How the hell was he supposed to earn the world's recognition? As the greatest villain to ever live?
"The System already said, it's a wish. The Host is being so pedantic, you're worse than a gossipy housewife." The System replied with clear disdain.
Cough! Cough!
Wang Hao choked on his own spit, a single thought screaming in his mind: What the fuck? This system was sent by the heavens just to mess with him, wasn't it?
"Whatever. I'm not arguing with you about this."
Wang Hao waved a dismissive hand, glancing around at Number Eleven High School, a place that felt both foreign and achingly familiar all at once. Right now, hordes of students were streaming toward the school gates. It was clearly the end of the school day—no wonder Xia Weiwei had gone to the lab looking for Mai Mengmeng.
"Alright, I should head home first."
Wang Hao scratched his chin, then joined the flow of students walking out of the school gates. On the way, he overheard countless students chattering about the school assembly scheduled for the next day.
"What do you guys think the principal's gonna talk about at the assembly tomorrow?"
"What else? Probably just lecturing us about our grades, like always."
"Bullshit. The College Entrance Exam is only a few days away. He's definitely gonna talk about selecting candidates for the Four Great Key Universities."
"That makes sense. I wonder how the selection process will work this year."
"There are 99 high schools on Earth. It's gonna be impossible for Number Eleven to get a good ranking."
"No kidding. The Four Great Key Universities only take the top 10 students from Earth for the preliminary selection. No matter how good you are, if you're not in the top 10, you don't stand a chance."
"They only give us 10 spots because Earth is humanity's home planet. If it wasn't for that, we'd be lucky to get 5."
"I heard every year, at least 5 million students take the preliminary selection for the Four Great Key Universities… and less than 500 get accepted in the end."
"No shit. The competition is brutal. Those 5 million students are all geniuses hand-picked from 50,000 Tier-1 Planets across the Interstellar Federation."
"A genius on a Tier-1 Planet like us? We'd be nothing but trash on a Tier-2 or Tier-3 Planet. There's no comparison."
"Tell me about it. Compared to the students at the Royal Academy, we're not even qualified to sweep their floors."
"…"