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"System, you mentioned earlier that there's another system in this world, which isn't something we need to fear, right?"

A man stands on a cloud, looking down at the sky.

In the bustling world, with people coming and going, and all living beings scurrying about like ants, not a single person looks up to see the figure in the sky.

The man wore a long, wide-sleeved Robe in an ancient style, with a gradient of blue and white. The collar was embroidered with delicate ice-blue cloud patterns and outlined with fine gold thread. Over this robe was a dark blue, wide-sleeved outer garment, made of a light and thin fabric like gauze. At his waist was a carved Gemstone jade belt buckle, from which hung a chain of delicate silver beads.

His surname is Feng, and his full name Feng Linglang. He is the newly emerging Evil God in this world.

--The God of Fear and Despair.

[Host, rest assured. That's an Alternate Persona Role-Playing System. Back in the day, it was something I could only look up to. A top-tier system, incredibly powerful and arrogant. But now... it's just a fallen, useless system, its days numbered, unlikely to amount to anything.]

Feng Linglang raised an eyebrow slightly, her fingers casually tracing the delicate gold piping of the ice-blue cloud pattern on her cuff:

"If that's the case, why did you bring it up specifically?"

[Because its host is the biggest obstacle on your path to unifying the Evil Gods, the very one we are tasked with on this mission.]

"The Asura God?"

[Indeed. Although that little wastrel has fallen on hard times, his luck is truly not bad. The host he's bound to actually has some skill, managing to portray the aura of the Asura God so vividly that it bears a strong resemblance to the era of Age of the Gods.]

Upon hearing this, Feng Linglang let out a low chuckle, the laughter rolling from her throat with a hint of disdain:

"That's truly heaven's help. If the previous Asura God were still alive, I might have been a bit more wary. But now... he's just a fake in a shell, a mere imitation, all show and no substance. What's there to fear?"

[Host is wise. The Alternate Persona Role-Playing System inherently has a fatal weakness: insufficient Roleplay Value prevent the unleashing of the true power of the character. It's said that the Asura God has only recently awakened, meaning his Roleplay Value are pitifully low; he probably can't even unleash one-tenth of his power.]

[And our opportunity will be on that day. At that time, the host only needs to trample him underfoot in front of all the Evil Gods, using him as a stepping stone, and the host can ascend to the Chief Evil Gods.]

Feng Linglang's system laughed wildly for quite a while.

[Even if he's been lucky and improved his Roleplay Value these past few days, it's just a role-playing system; how can it compare to mine?]

Upon hearing her system mention this, Feng Linglang's arrogance grew even more pronounced, and she said:

"Yes, you are Godhood System."

"My path, step by step, is the true path to Gods. This so-called 'actor'—no matter how glorious it once was—is nothing but a fake. Besides, now that it's fallen on hard times, it's even less worthy of respect."

The Godhood System laughed.

Its bound host, with its help, is a genuine Gods. How could that kind of "Roleplay Value" compare to that of the once-revered, now fallen, powerful system?

It's obvious at a glance which is the real deal and which is the fake.

Feng Linglang raised her hand, and a wisp of pale blue light condensed at her fingertips, flowing like ice silk in the sunlight.

He gazed at that ray of light.

"Since Heaven is on my side, let's see if his portrayal of the Asura God is more convincing, or if I, Feng Linglang... am stronger."

As the last word landed, Feng Linglang waved her wide sleeves.

Below the sea of clouds, in the previously empty void, swirling black mists suddenly surged forth, from which mutated Beasts emerged one after another.

Some were covered in barbs, with putrid green slime oozing from beneath their fur. Some had abnormally long limbs, and their empty eye sockets held two balls of scarlet light. Some resembled giant, skeletal wolves, with a row of menacing bone blades growing from their backs... They crawled out, reeking of a foul stench.

Go forth and create misfortune, bring me more despair and fear.

As soon as Feng Linglang finished speaking, the mutated Beasts all raised their heads and let out a howl.

Immediately, Feng Linglang threw them to the ground.

They surged toward the crowd, their hooves crushing houses, their shadows sweeping across the streets.

Wherever it passed, even the wind seemed to carry a layer of murky, fishy sweetness.

Feng Linglang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed, feeling the wisps of power flowing into his body as the Beasts raged. The fear and despair of mortals flowed into the great river like trickles of water, nourishing him little by little.

If it weren't to avoid being targeted by those Righteous Gods, he could have descended to the mortal realm himself, appearing in his true form as the God of Fear and Despair. The resulting panic would have been a hundred times more effective than that of these mutated Beasts.

But doing that would make too much noise.

Feng Linglang didn't want to be targeted so soon.

[Host, if it weren't for that Yang Zhi, who constantly opposes us and ruins our plans, your Divine Power would at least double.]

Upon hearing this, Feng Linglang opened her eyelids a crack and glanced at the scene below.

After a long pause, he finally curled his lips into a smile.

What's the rush?

Feng Linglang withdrew her gaze from looking down and said again:

"Slow and steady wins the race. Things should be done one step at a time. Let me finish this task first."

"Yang Zhi... let him run wild for a few days. After all, he's just a mortal. Even if he attracts the attention of the Moon God, so what?"

"Mortals and gods are ultimately not on the same level."

"I really don't believe the Moon God would turn against me, a fellow god, for the sake of a mere mortal."

The Godhood System echoed this sentiment.

There is no record of such a thing in its records.

Feng Linglang turned around, her figure gradually blurring, leaving only her last words swept away by the wind and disappearing into the high sky.

Within Wuma Xiu's body, the system opened its System Panel, which displayed a series of private messages from other systems.

[Oh, now even the system sends me private messages.]

The system glanced at it.

[Godhood System]: Do you know? You used to be an unattainable figure to me. Back then, I could only watch your back. Now, looking at your pitiful System Energy, I'm afraid there's no going back.

[Godhood System]: However, I can give you a choice. Unbind yourself from your current host, and from now on you will follow me. I can give you 30% of my System Energy.

The system read it through again from beginning to end to confirm that it had not misunderstood.

Translate this into something, isn't it just that he wants to be kept by a sugar daddy?