Chapter 16: Banning the Enforcers
The sky above the Imperial Pavilion didn't just darken; it turned into a static-filled void. The laws of physics began to stutter as three figures descended, draped in robes made of pure white code.
The Heavenly Enforcement Squad.
"Xu Yanluo!" the leader boomed, his voice sounding like a distorted system error. "You have committed 'Illegal Modification' of the world's narrative! You have devoured a registered System Host and enslaved a Legendary Spirit. By the authority of the Universe Admins, your account is marked for... DELETION."
The harem panicked. Ye Ziyun and Mu Qinglan clutched Yanluo's arms, feeling the terrifying, erasing pressure of the Enforcers.
Yanluo, however, didn't even stand up. He was currently busy letting Maid-Empress Yaoyin feed him a spiritual grape.
"Deletion?" Yanluo looked up, his red eyes glowing with a malicious, digital glitch. "You guys are late. I already installed a Firewall."
The Firewall of Chaos
The Enforcers raised their hands, summoning "The Eraser's Blade"—a weapon that could delete a soul from history. They swung.
[System Notification: "Ling"]
[Activating: 'Admin Privileges' (Trial Version).]
[Targeting: Heavenly Enforcement Squad.]
The blades stopped an inch from Yanluo's face. Then, they began to pixelate.
"What?! Our authority is being overridden?!" the Enforcer leader shrieked. "This is impossible! No NPC should have—"
"I'm not an NPC," Yanluo whispered, standing up. He reached out and grabbed the leader's throat. "I'm the guy who found the source code. And you three? You're just bloatware."
[Skill: System Devourer — Active]
Yanluo didn't kill them. He began to re-format them. The white robes of the Enforcers flickered and turned into black-and-gold armor. Their faces, once blank and holy, became sharp and obedient.
"From now on," Yanluo commanded, "you don't report to the Admins. You report to my Consorts. You are now the 'Palace Guard' of the Villain's Harem."
The three Enforcers knelt in mid-air, their voices monotone and loyal. "As you command... Master Yanluo."
The Empress's Secret Desire
The threat was gone, but the adrenaline—and the "System" energy Yanluo had just absorbed—was overflowing.
Back inside the private chambers, the mood shifted from high-stakes action to the usual "Villainous" decadence. The three former Enforcers stood outside as guards, while inside, the harem gathered around the bed.
Yao Qingxue looked at the Maid-Empress Yaoyin, who was currently fidgeting with her apron. "So, Yaoyin... now that the 'Admins' are gone, what was that look you were giving Yanluo during the fight?"
Yaoyin's face turned scarlet. "I... I was just worried about my 'Vessel'! If he died, I would disappear!"
"Is that so?" Yanluo smirked, pulling the silver-haired Empress toward him. "Ling told me your 'Secret Desire' stat just spiked. Something about wanting to see if a 'System Developer' is as strong in bed as he is in a fight?"
"That's a lie!" Yaoyin squeaked, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned closer, her hands trembling as they touched his chest. "I... I am an Empress... I shouldn't be... so easily swayed..."
"You aren't an Empress anymore," Yanluo whispered, his hand sliding to her waist. "You're my maid. And today was a very long day of work."
The "Multi-System" Celebration
The room was filled with the sound of laughter, pouting, and the soft rustle of silk. Hu Ruyan was busy showing the "New Girls" (the captured Enforcer guards' reporting system) how to properly massage Yanluo's tails.
"Hey!" Ruyan complained. "Why does the Empress get to go first again? I'm the one who did the most tail-waggling today!"
"Hush, little fox," Yanluo laughed, pulling her into the pile as well. "There's enough 'Chaos Energy' for everyone tonight. I need all of you to help me process these new 'Admin' codes."
As the night turned into a blur of dual-cultivation and scandalous comedy, Yanluo looked at his status screen one last time.
[Current Status: God-Tier Villain]
[Harem: 6/?? (Expanding...)]
[Admin Authority: 15% (Rising...)]
He was no longer just playing the game. He was rewriting it, one "Face-Slap" at a time.