Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 242: Special Privileges

Time flowed silently by. In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

Within the depths of the Void Pool, Qin Xian slowly opened his eyes. This time, the period he spent devouring World Origins had far exceeded the last.

After all, the previous Origin was merely a shattered fragment from a ruined world—whereas these three were the full, unbroken Origins of thriving, prosperous civilizations

And what he gained in return… was nothing short of immense.

His form as a Void Overlord had undergone yet another evolution. No—three evolutions.

On his system panel, the innate talent [Devour Origin] had advanced

[Devour Origin] – Lv.4: Increases damage dealt to divine entities by 400%, grants mastery over Laws, the ability to forge personal Domains, +100% to all attributes, and unlocks Overlord’s Will.

[Overlord’s Will]—the defining trait of a true Void Overlord. A power so vast that one’s will could manifest in physical form. No matter the distance, be it across galaxies or separated by dimensional rifts, the user could project their consciousness and exert their influence.

With three full World Origins now absorbed, Qin Xian could feel every cell in his body brimming with strength. His level had skyrocketed by twenty in one sweep, reaching Level 65.

And this was just a side effect—a byproduct of his real gain.

It was a growth path utterly impossible to replicate. After all, each World Origin represented the annihilation of an entire civilization—countless lives snuffed out for the sake of a single step forward.

Even the Qin Clan would never be able to afford such extravagance. Only the Void Empress… only she had the might and madness to offer something like this without hesitation.

Beside the still-rippling Void Pool, Tifani knelt with reverence. “Congratulations, Your Highness…”

Qin Xian’s expression softened as he glanced at her. “You’ve worked hard.”

His voice was calm and polite, a gentle smile on his lips—but Tifani’s heart trembled. Despite his mild tone, she could feel it: beneath that facade of warmth lay the same abyssal indifference that defined the Empress herself.

He might not lash out like his mother, nor wear his cruelty on the surface, but the chill within him was no different.

Still, she had long since been enslaved by the Empress’s divine parasite, her body and soul bound to the sovereign of deathly stillness. And by extension, bound to her son. She would serve with her life if commanded.

Just then, a dreadful pressure descended.

The Empress had arrived.

Sensing that Qin Xian had awakened, her figure manifested instantly, cold and regal as ever. “So you’ve finished absorbing it all,” she murmured, her voice echoing with ghostly depth. “Faster than I expected…”

Her gaze lingered on Qin Xian, eyes flashing with both satisfaction and awe. This was no ordinary progression.

The Empress had often been questioned—why did she care so deeply for her child, when all Void Overlords were birthed from destruction, from hatred, from the collapse of logic and empathy?

Even her fellow Overlords didn’t show such affection toward their spawn. The Slaughter Overlord viewed his children as soldiers—disposable weapons to fling at enemy worlds. If they fell, so be it. It was their fate. And he wouldn’t blink.

But the Empress… ever since she bore Qin Xian, her heart had never been the same.

She worried. She doted. She cared—in a way completely foreign to her kind.

And yet, watching him now, she couldn’t help the pride swelling in her chest.

This… this was her child.

In the days that followed, Qin Xian did not rest.

Under the Empress’s personal tutelage, he trained endlessly. Many of his innate abilities stemmed from bloodline inheritance, born from instinct. One of these was [Ancient Parasite], a terrifying skill passed down directly from the Empress.

Of course, his current version could only enslave weakened deities. The Empress’s original, however, could dominate gods even in their prime.

When Qin Xian asked to be taught the secrets of this power, the Empress did not hesitate. She held back nothing, offering her knowledge as though she were pouring water into an empty vessel. Her instruction was detailed, gentle, even patient.

No one else in the entire Void had ever been treated like this.

For Qin Xian, the digitalized system amplified everything. The Empress’s teachings translated directly into quantifiable skill growth. His proficiency rose by the day. His techniques refined themselves. His powers became increasingly lethal.

And then, just to aid his mastery…

The Empress gave a single command.

The First Sovereign Court’s army would invade a mortal world. Their goal? To capture deities—living ones—so Qin Xian could practice enslaving them.

Because he was her son.

Because nothing was too great a price.