The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 5 The Beast Unchained

Zhang Wenbin stood frozen for a moment before suddenly feeling as though he had been set on fire. An excruciating, unquenchable heat began to sear through his entire body.

He checked the time; it was already past eleven at night. The folks in the rural mountain villages generally slept early. By now, the small village was plunged into darkness, save for a few sporadic, flickering lights and the occasional distant bark of a dog or cry of a night bird.

The layer of sticky filth on his skin was unbearably uncomfortable. Seeing no one around, Zhang Wenbin stumbled through the dark down to the river to wash away the dirt. However, the moment he stripped off his clothes, he gave himself a massive fright.

No wonder his clothes felt so tight and ill-fitting. His previously scrawny, ribbed torso was now layered with perfectly proportioned muscle. Even his pectorals had filled out with terrifying, bulging definition.

But the most shocking transformation was down below. The previously overgrown thicket of pubic hair had completely vanished, leaving him utterly hairless—a legendary "Azure Dragon." More crucially, Zhang Wenbin's endowment had previously been roughly average.

In a state of arousal, it used to barely cross the ten-centimeter mark, and its girth was nothing to write home about. But his current member was an absolute behemoth. Even in its flaccid, resting state, it hung well past ten centimeters. It was the weapon of an untamed beast, comfortably rivaling the most intimidating sizes seen in adult films.

"Fuck, what is going on? Is this the result of being reborn and remolded?!"

Zhang Wenbin subconsciously clenched his fists. He felt that he had already adapted to the physical transformation. Right now, his body surged with what felt like inexhaustible power, a reservoir of raw energy begging to be unleashed.

If there had been a mirror handy, Zhang Wenbin would have realized his facial features had transformed as well.

What was once an utterly forgettable face had undergone a subtle skeletal shift. He could now be described as striking with chiseled features. He wasn't a dainty pretty-boy; instead, he radiated an incredibly masculine, rugged handsome aura.

Thankfully, he had a change of clothes in his backpack. Discarding the foul-smelling rags he had been wearing, he slipped into a clean t-shirt and shorts. But a severe dilemma immediately presented itself.

The giant word for 'Lust' pulsing in his thoughts served as a constant reminder of this carnal mission. While in the river, Zhang Wenbin had attempted to take matters into his own hands, furiously stroking his massive cock, but he quickly discovered that self-pleasure was completely ineffective.

This meant that to complete the task, he had to find a woman. And ideally, he needed to climax without resorting to actual penetration.

Where the fuck am I supposed to find a woman in this rural village in the dead of night? And I have to get it done before dawn!

Like a headless fly, Zhang Wenbin had no choice but to venture into the village. But the sparsely populated hamlet was pitch-black. The streets were entirely deserted.

Given the circumstances, let alone finding an available woman, it was too late to even catch a ride back to the city to find a half-decent massage parlor to properly vent his urges.

Just as he was at his wit's end, a local mutt suddenly barked aggressively from the shadows, baring its fangs with feral ferocity. It was the instinct of a rural guard dog, highly vigilant against outsiders.

"Fuck off, you filthy mutt. Shut up."

Zhang Wenbin was already irritated beyond belief. He knew the habits of these village dogs; if this one kept barking, soon every dog in the village would join the chorus, bringing a mountain of trouble.

He turned his head and shot the dog a merciless, venomous glare. Suddenly, something miraculous occurred. This seemingly fierce and robust mutt instantly went completely silent. Perhaps it was an illusion, but an emotion incredibly akin to primal terror seemed to manifest in its eyes.

Immediately following, the dog let out a pathetic whimper, lost total control of its bladder, and pissed all over the dirt. It then collapsed onto the ground, its head lolling to the side. Whether it had been scared to death or merely fainted from sheer terror was anyone's guess.

"That overpowered??"

Zhang Wenbin was stunned. He realized this was the aura of the ancient Heavenly Demon's bloodline at play. But to think that just a tiny fragment of its skull could produce such devastating effects!

The night winds howled through the mountains, but Zhang Wenbin's newly heightened senses picked up an odd sound. Instinctively, he followed the noise.

In a narrow alleyway, two heavily intoxicated men were leaning on each other for support. The meeker-looking man said, "Brother Gou, let's just go home and sleep. What the hell are we doing looking for Widow Qin in the middle of the night? If we make a scene, it's going to look terrible. And your wife won't let you hear the end of it."

The man addressed as 'Brother Gou' was a burly, rugged thug. He was clearly sloshed, his words slurring heavily from the alcohol. He grunted, "You don't know shit! Fuck, that bitch Widow Qin doesn't appreciate a good thing when she sees it. She's dragging along that dead-weight kid of hers, not knowing where her next meal is coming from. Me taking a liking to her is doing her a damn favor! No matter what, I'm gonna do her tonight."

In the countryside, human nature leaned heavily towards the malicious. Anyone calling rural folks "pure and simple" had never actually lived there. Laughing at the poor and resenting the rich was the norm. Kicking down a widow's door and stealing her inheritance was a disgustingly common occurrence.

The meeker man hesitated. "I don't think it's a good idea, Brother Gou. Look at the time. It'll be bad if we wake people up."

"You don't know shit! A widow with tits that huge has absolutely got to be a massive slut! She's been setting up this whole chaste-widow monument for herself all these years. Fuck, if I'd had the chance earlier, I would've fucked her brains out a long time ago. God damn it."

"If you don't have the balls, then piss off! What's this bullshit about her cursing her husbands? I'm just here to fuck her, not marry her! Piss off! When I'm eating meat, you won't even get a sip of the soup! Too chicken-shit to even fuck a hole."

With a forceful shove from A-Gou, the meeker, scrawny man hesitated for a second before timidly saying, "Brother Gou, I'll be going first then."

With that, he bolted away into the night. A-Gou spat on the ground in disgust. "Useless piece of trash! Not a shred of guts! What is there to be afraid of a husband-cursing jinx? I'll just bend her over and fuck her, it's not like I'm taking her as my wife!"

Hiding securely in the shadows, Zhang Wenbin listened to this exchange and suddenly felt that this 'A-Gou' was an absolute visionary. His logic was flawless!

Being a husband-curser is definitely a terrifying and sinister reputation in the countryside. But as long as I just fuck her and don't marry her, I won't be affected by the curse!

Just like Leopard Head said in that movie: 'If I fuck her and don't pay her, it doesn't count as prostitution!' Flawless logic.

While he was reveling in this epiphany, the local thug A-Gou staggered further down the path. Zhang Wenbin instantly composed himself and tailed him silently.

He knew where Qin Lan lived. Remembering the sheer, uncontainable volume of those colossal breasts he had felt on the bus sent a wave of scorching heat straight to Zhang Wenbin's loins. But he still harbored practical concerns; causing a commotion in the middle of the night would indeed be highly problematic.

At most, A-Gou would be chased away or arrested. But if Zhang Wenbin failed his task before dawn, he would be struck with eternal impotence! Qin Lan was the absolute perfect target. Therefore, his immediate priority was dealing with this thug A-Gou.

Fuck... Looking at the burly, towering figure of the man, he realized that even intoxicated, A-Gou wouldn't be easily dispatched.

Just as a headache began to form, the System's icy voice rang out within his mind: [The Wicked System: "The System has spent eons gathering a diverse array of bizarre martial skills and esoteric techniques. It houses the vengeful souls of thousands of grandmaster-level heretics. You may choose to fulfill a departed soul's lingering regret in exchange for their corresponding ultimate technique."]

"Fulfill a soul's regret?" Zhang Wenbin was temporarily caught off guard.

[The Wicked System: "When a person meets a violent or unnatural end, they inevitably harbor unfulfilled desires. Even if their soul is shattered, this obsession lingers within heaven and earth, rejected by the Underworld. If you are willing to satiate it, you can inherit their ultimate martial art. Furthermore, after being synthesized by the System, these techniques will transcend the grandmaster level, reaching the absolute pinnacle of mortal capability."]

[The Wicked System: "I ask you once more: Are you willing?"]

"I'm willing!" Zhang Wenbin answered without a single moment of hesitation. Compared to the utterly terrifying consequence of impotence, what else could possibly be scarier?

[The Wicked System: "The Host has acquired the synthesis of Grappling Arts, Dragon-Subduing Kung Fu, and Eagle Claw, manifesting as the ultimate technique: 《Bone-Displacing and Sinew-Splitting Hand》. The price exactly corresponding to this technique requires the satisfaction of the 'Desire for Gluttony'."]

Zhang Wenbin couldn't care less what the hell the 'Desire for Gluttony' actually entailed right now.

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