Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Although Delku, like most Void Lords, did not possess a clearly defined “class,” Qin Xian still managed to copy his skills—and the results were beyond astonishing. Each ability was monstrous in scale and divine in quality. These weren’t ordinary powers. They were on par with God-tier abilities.

In particular, one stood out among the rest: [Shadow Prison]—a terrifying counterpart to [Primordial God Gu], albeit with a different function. Whereas [Primordial God Gu] was limited to enslaving divine beings, [Shadow Prison] could drag any target—even entire armies—into a realm of darkness and bind them there.

It wasn’t bound by race. It wasn’t bound by numbers. One prison, and a legion could be swallowed whole.

Delku’s infamous rank—Number Thirteen on humanity’s cosmic danger index—owed much to this very skill. Over three centuries ago, he had once captured an entire human army, dragging tens of thousands of elite professionals into the Shadow Prison.

Years later, their souls broken and their minds corrupted, they reemerged as the Legion of the Fallen, pillaging and conquering worlds in Delku’s name, their loyalty twisted by torment.

The other skills weren’t any less devastating.

As Qin Xian examined them one by one, a slow smile crept across his face. His Talent Duplication truly was broken—even the abilities of Void Lords could be copied.

And under his current status, it had never been easier.

These weren’t days when he was still just “Zhou Nan”, struggling to prove himself. Now, as the prince of the First Sovereign Court, Qin Xian could summon any Void Lord at will—and none would dare deny him a handshake.

Over the next few days, he began to quietly summon the strongest figures among the elite who were to accompany the Empress to the Feast of Annihilation. These Void Lords were no ordinary beings. They were the pillars of the First Court—monsters who had devoured countless worlds.

And one by one, Qin Xian harvested their powers.

[Shadow Corrosion], [Doomstorm], [Domain of Calamity], [Soul Reap]…

Each skill added another layer of overwhelming might to his already peerless arsenal. At this point, even Qin Xian himself could no longer clearly define his own power level. He was becoming something transcendent—a monster among monsters.

Then he recalled something the Empress had told him long ago.

“A Void Overlord who has never destroyed a world… is no true Void Overlord.”

Her words rang in his ears with chilling resonance.

And now, as the Feast drew near, he knew the time to act was coming.

—

Deep in the Void, a shattered world drifted in silence.

The skies were covered in thick stormclouds—so dense that not even the brightest of stars could pierce the endless shroud. The atmosphere was choked with an oppressive stillness, and only the occasional roll of thunder broke the silence. In the center of this realm, a black hole was forming, collapsing space and dragging all matter inward with irresistible force.

This was no ordinary black hole.

Within it shimmered the flickering echoes of a thousand dead worlds—fragments of annihilation, histories crushed into oblivion. Time and space themselves were beginning to warp at its edges, past and future tangled like vines around the singularity.

Around this abyss, billions of Void creatures had gathered.

Most were mindless beasts—twisted, grotesque, and mad. Drawn by the colossal energy, they hurled themselves into the black hole, devoured instantly. Crushed into blood mist. Swallowed into darkness.

Yet more came.

Driven by insatiable hunger, they surged onward.

This… was the Feast of Annihilation.

And in the heavens above it, fleets of titanic warships emerged—the royal flagships of the other Sovereign Courts.

Among them floated a fortress of unspeakable decadence, forged from lust and ruin, its design a monument to sin itself. Its walls were made of writhing flesh, tortured faces frozen in twisted pleasure and agony.

Every turning cog, every creaking joint of its infernal wheels, echoed with the moans of the damned—souls trapped inside, fueling its motion with their eternal suffering.

Upon the highest throne of that vile fortress, the Lord of Lust and Perversion—the Desire Overlord—sat with a lazy grace.

Her crimson eyes stared down at the black hole below, lips curling into an amused smile.

“The Feast of Annihilation… at last.” She licked her lips slowly, her tongue gliding with unnatural allure.

“I heard that one of Khorne’s little spawn was kileld by the First Court’s prince…

Another Void Overlord, is it?”

“Delightful…” Her voice dripped with pleasure and expectation.

In her eyes, a wicked curiosity flared to life.

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