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Chapter 30 - The Poison in the Petals

Beneath the shroud of twilight, the Dark Heaven Society's fortress exhaled a gentle mist, as if the very walls were alive and breathing. A stillness hung in the air—one that only came before something extraordinary. Priyanshu stood atop the Black Veil Tower, his robes fluttering in the evening wind, his presence steady like an unshakable pillar.

His eyes glowed faintly, scanning the horizon where the moon cast long shadows over the distant kingdom. The Hidden Villain System had leveled up last night. It didn't notify him through words this time—no flashy hologram or robotic voice. Instead, the change was intimate, internal. He could feel it coursing through him like a second heartbeat.

He opened his palm.

A small, black lotus bloomed in mid-air, petals folding open like a whisper. A new skill granted by the system: Soul Bloom.

Any who inhaled the fragrance of this flower would experience a dream so vivid, so beautiful, that they would beg to never wake up. Their souls would weaken. Their resistance, gone. And once their defenses collapsed, Priyanshu could do whatever he pleased—rewrite memories, implant thoughts, or even chain their soul to his own will.

It was a power not meant for battles but for corruption.

Just the way he liked it.

He smiled quietly. There was elegance in domination. And unlike the brute-force methods of other power-hungry sects, his way was art. A whispered word. A glance. A touch. Control, not chaos.

Behind him, soft footsteps echoed up the spiral staircase.

It was Liyana.

She was wrapped in violet silks, her gaze lazy but focused. "You summoned me, Master?"

"I did," Priyanshu replied, turning to her. "How's the infiltration of the Lunar Harmony Sect coming along?"

She tilted her head, a mischievous grin blooming. "Five inner disciples have already pledged allegiance. Two elders are… under persuasion. Their sect head has been invited to a private tea ceremony next week."

"Good." He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You always deliver."

Liyana blushed faintly but didn't lose her composure. "And the girl from the White Phoenix Palace? She's in the guest wing."

Priyanshu's smile grew deeper. Another piece on the board.

He descended the tower slowly, his footsteps echoing across the cold stone. Every corridor he passed was a testament to his influence. The guards bowed without raising their heads. The maids trembled in reverence. Servants carried trays filled with rare pills, scrolls, and weapons—treasures from across the continents. All of it gathered silently, all of it flowing into the coffers of the Dark Heaven Society.

His Society now had clear ranks.

At the top sat him—the Mastermind, unseen by the world.

Below him were the Black Commanders, five in total, each overseeing an entire continent's operations. Then came the Grey Blades, elite assassins and spies. After that, the Whispers, informants hidden across kingdoms, posing as merchants, officials, and courtesans. Lastly, the Shadows, the lowest tier, still learning the ways of silence and sin.

A proper hierarchy. Efficient. Ruthless. Hidden.

As he walked, Priyanshu stopped before a heavy door. A single knock, and the door creaked open.

Inside was the White Phoenix girl—Lira.

She sat by the window, her white robe glowing under the moonlight. Her eyes were wary, but not terrified. She was strong. Proud. A cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage.

"Priyanshu Yadav," she said his name with defiance. "You are no saint."

He chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"I've never claimed to be," he replied.

"Then why spare me?" she asked.

"I don't believe in waste," he answered, seating himself across from her. "You're beautiful, strong, smart. Why kill when I can convert?"

"You think I'll betray my sect?"

"I think," he leaned forward, "you're curious. I think you've felt the chains of your palace, the suffocating expectations. And I think you want to see how it feels to be free."

Her silence was telling.

He stood up, gently dropping the black lotus onto the table between them. "Smell it."

She hesitated. "What is it?"

"Freedom," he said simply.

She didn't touch it, but she didn't throw it away either. A seed had been planted. That was enough.

Later that night, Priyanshu sat in his private chamber, the Hidden Villain System finally humming once more.

[Host's actions have influenced four major sects. Hidden World Power Level increased.]

[New Sub-System Unlocked: 'Domination Web'.]

[This allows host to see loyalty strings between people and manipulate them subtly.]

He stared at the golden web forming in his vision. Thin strands connecting individuals. Blue for loyalty. Red for desire. Green for fear. Purple for potential betrayal.

It was beautiful.

He raised his finger and tapped on a red thread.

Information poured in.

A nobleman in the Jade Court had secret desires for one of his concubines—and that concubine was a member of the Dark Heaven Society.

He could already see how it would unfold. A whisper here. A blackmail letter there. And suddenly, the nobleman would become a puppet, dancing for him in court.

Domination wasn't loud. It was quiet. Hidden. Like him.

Priyanshu stood up, stretching like a predator ready for another hunt.

Outside, thunder cracked faintly.

War was coming. The sects didn't know it yet, but soon, they'd all kneel.

And when they looked up to see who had taken the throne, they wouldn't see a king or a tyrant.

They'd see no one at all.

Because the strongest villain was always the one you never saw coming.

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