The Villainous Me, Forging a System Every Day

Chapter 3: He Really Killed Himself!:

Tu Shan was still too afraid to attempt suicide, but he decided to take a drastic risk by stabbing himself in the stomach.

He thought, “If this can heal, then my system is probably 80% real.”

Without hesitation, he plunged the sword deep into his abdomen, so far that the hilt was pressed against his belly.

Blood gushed out, covering his hands, his clothes, and the floor.

Despite the intense situation, there was no fear on his face—only anticipation. “How long will it take to heal this time?” he wondered.

But then, he froze in shock.

At first, his stomach wound did begin to heal.

But after a moment, the process stopped.

Blood flowed even more rapidly, and a piece of his intestine began to protrude.

Upon realizing something was wrong, Tu Shan panicked. “What’s happening? System, you said injuries would heal—why aren’t you fixing me now? Hurry up! Please, hurry!”

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Meanwhile, on the other side…

[It takes 180 luck points to repair a stomach wound, but the host’s luck isn’t sufficient to complete the repair! Moreover, the host’s luck has been depleted. Initiating death countdown: 10, 9, 8…]

Seeing the system prompt, Hua Qiandi sighed, and shook his head. “He really killed himself, what a fool!”

As the 10-second countdown finished, Tu Shan, the first owner of the Crazy Death System, died—at his own hands!

“System recovery!”

A light beam shot back into Hua Qiandi’s hand.

The Crazy Death System, now returned to him, had also absorbed Tu Shan’s cultivation, physique, talent, and experience.

Hua Qiandi’s eyes gleamed with excitement: “If I absorb this, I’ll instantly gain everything Tu Shan had! The strength of the first stage Heaven and Man Realm! A combat body a hundred times stronger than ordinary martial artists! And all his combat experience! I can have it all instantly!”

Without hesitation, he absorbed the energy.

In an instant, he felt a surge of power throughout his body. His physique improved, and he absorbed all of Tu Shan’s combat experience. He was now no longer a weakling.

“This was too easy!” Hua Qiandi smiled smugly.

He decided to keep the Crazy Death System for future use, intending to pass it on to someone else who might need it later.

After taking some time to adjust to his newfound strength, Hua Qiandi gradually stepped out of his room.

He wandered around for a while before arriving in the backyard, where a massive grave stood. Buried within was the old devil, the madman who had brought him here.

This old man had left Hua Qiandi to fend for himself from the moment they arrived. The old man had crawled into the grave and sealed himself inside, as if he really believed he was already dead.

Hua Qiandi had a lot of resentment toward the old man.

Without him, Hua Qiandi could have grown stronger at his own pace, only emerging when he was truly powerful. But the old man had taken him away, brought him to the Temple of Heavenly Demons, declared him the Holy Son on the spot, and then left him to deal with the chaos that followed.

So, Hua Qiandi stomped on the grave with his foot. “Are you dead? If you’re alive, make a sound!”

There was no response.

For a long time, there was only silence.

Then, suddenly, a faint ‘squeak’ came from the grave.

Hua Qiandi was speechless. “You’ve been silent for so long, I almost thought you were going to die in there!” He muttered angrily.

Standing up straight, Hua Qiandi continued, “I’m not here to waste time. I’ll get straight to the point! Tomorrow, I have a duel with someone who is at the Heaven and Man Realm, while I’ve only just begun my cultivation path. This duel is almost certainly a loss for me! You brought me here, so you need to take responsibility! Give me something useful, or you’ll be collecting my body tomorrow!”

Though the immediate danger had passed, he still wanted to seize the opportunity to ask for something beneficial.

Again, there was no response.

For a long time, the grave remained silent.

But then, the tomb cracked open slightly, and a manual was thrown out.

When Hua Qiandi picked it up, he found it to be an old, tattered manual, stained and emitting a foul odor.

He grimaced with disgust. “What’s the point of giving me this? It’s filthy and disgusting. Did you use this in the bathroom?”

No response.

Again, there was a long silence.

Finally, a note was thrown out. The writing on it was crooked, and it read: “This secret cultivation is perfect for you.”

Hua Qiandi looked at the note skeptically. “Even if this is a cultivation technique, can I really master it in one night? You should give me something better! Like some pills that could help me make a breakthrough a few realms instantly!” He bargained, waiting for a response.

There was none.

Another long silence.

Still, no response.

Hua Qiandi gave up, resigning himself to return with the tattered manual. Opening the title page, he read: “The Great Dream Heart Sutra…”

These four words seemed to carry a mysterious power, drawing him deeper into the text. “The great dream spans thousands of years—what year is today…”

After reading, Hua Qiandi couldn’t calm down.

This was a very peculiar practice—a method for cultivating spiritual power within dreams. Not the soul, nor the spirit, but the power of the mind.

The manual began with a clear message: the power of the mind is infinite. Many people don’t know how to cultivate their mental strength, and many don’t know how to use it. Special guidance is needed, and that’s where the Great Dream Heart Sutra came in. It was about practicing mental strength in dreams.

As long as one continued to practice, their mental strength could grow infinitely, eventually separating from the physical body to achieve eternal existence, becoming one with all things in the universe. At its peak, one could destroy entire worlds with a thought, or create them. This level of existence was known as godhood.

To put it simply: “The size of your heart determines the size of your power.”

It was a deeply spiritual idea, but also a bit overwhelming.

“Did this old devil go mad from practicing this technique?” Hua Qiandi wondered, thinking that the man might have driven himself insane by thinking too much.

However, cultivating mental strength wasn’t easy.

It required a strong soul, and many people couldn’t even start down that path in their lifetime. Without cultivating it to the end, this technique couldn’t show its true strength, making it somewhat impractical.

Moreover, practicing this technique required a lot of time, time that could be spent cultivating other techniques instead. For this reason, no one had successfully mastered it in millions of years.

But Hua Qiandi found himself uniquely suited for this technique.

He had been protected by the System Forging and had traveled through countless years and dimensions. Thousands of years weren’t enough to describe the time he had endured. Any ordinary person would have gone mad after so long.

But Hua Qiandi hadn’t lost his mind.

He hadn’t lost his sense of self.

He remained firm in his identity throughout all that time. Because of this, he had the talent to follow his heart and mind—a powerful spiritual talent, one unique in all of history, and perfect for cultivating the soul.

As for gaining strength, with the System Forging, that was no problem at all!

“If this technique is real…” Hua Qiandi’s heart pounded with excitement.

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