LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 4: The Plan
Jīn Bàotiān stands in the alleyway, his body a wreck from decades of torture, but his mind sharp and focused. He knows he can't continue to rely on his indomitable will alone. He needs a plan, a strategy to harness his unique abilities and gain the power he requires to exact revenge on those who have tormented him.
He begins to consider his options, his thoughts drifting to the heroines, princesses, and goddesses he has encountered throughout his life. He remembers their beauty, their grace, and their untouchable auras of purity. And he knows that he will have them all.
But he must be cautious in his approach. Pushing his targets too far could cause their power to collapse, turning his luck into misfortune. He must play with them, manipulate them, and dominate them completely over time.
Jīn Bàotiān's mind races with possibilities. He could infiltrate their lives, gaining their trust by playing the role of the wounded hero, the misunderstood outsider who needs their help to survive in a cruel world. He could exploit their compassion, their desire to save a lost soul.
As he ponders his next move, a sudden noise startles him. He turns to see a young woman approaching, her steps hesitant as she takes in his battered appearance.
"Oh my god," she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth in horror. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
Jīn Bàotiān studies her, noting the concern in her eyes, the way her brow furrows with worry. She is beautiful, with long flowing raven hair and piercing green eyes. Her skin is flawless, like porcelain, and her lips are full and inviting. She wears a simple white dress that hugs her curves, accentuating her slender waist and ample breasts.
The woman is tall, perhaps 5'7", with a lithe figure that belies her strength. She moves with a grace and confidence that suggests she is no ordinary heroine. No, she is a princess, or perhaps even a goddess in disguise.
Jīn Bàotiān plays his role, his voice hoarse with pain as he speaks. "I... I'm fine. Just a little banged up. Nothing a good meal and a warm bed can't fix."
The princess's expression softens, and she moves closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. Her skin is soft and warm, and Jīn Bàotiān feels a stir of desire at her touch. But he pushes it down, focusing on the task at hand.
"You poor thing," the princess coos, her voice like honey. "Come with me. I'll take care of you."
Jīn Bàotiān allows her to lead him away, his mind already working on the next phase of his plan. He will use this woman, this heroine, to gain access to the others. He will make her fall in love with him, or at least believe she is helping a lost cause.
And once he has her, he will claim her. He will place his soul-seal upon her lips and add her to his collection of dominated females. One by one, he will break them all, until he has amassed an army of willing slaves to do his bidding.
As they walk, Jīn Bàotiān's thoughts turn to the future. He imagines a world where he stands tall, a god among men, with an endless supply of heroines and goddesses to serve his every whim. He will be the true master of creation, his power unrivaled.
But for now, he must focus on the task at hand. He must play the long game, manipulating each heroine, each princess, until they are all under his control. And he will start with this woman, this kind-hearted fool who believes she can save a broken man.
Jīn Bàotiān smiles to himself, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at his savior. The game has begun.