Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



As the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon broke free from its crimson bonds, it unleashed a triumphant roar that echoed through the underground chamber. Its immense wings unfurled, radiating a palpable aura of raw power, and its eyes gleamed with newfound determination.

Meanwhile, in the secluded chambers of the Heavenly Court's leadership, a council of higher-ups had convened to discuss the recent developments.

These individuals were the masterminds of the Heavenly Court, orchestrating events and manipulations in the shadows.

They had been privy to Jiang Chen's intricate schemes and understood his penchant for sowing chaos across the realm.

In their deliberations, many of them had secretly wished for the release of the Black Dragon, recognizing that it was a pivotal move in Jiang Chen's grand strategy.

Master Kaelin, a wily and cunning strategist, leaned forward in his ornate chair. "It is clear that Jiang Chen seeks to plunge the realm into conflict. Releasing the Black Dragon is undoubtedly part of his elaborate plan."

Lady Selene, a shrewd diplomat known for her silver tongue, added, "We must allow this chaos to unfold. It will lead to a great war between the races, a war that we have been subtly orchestrating behind the scenes."

Their motivations were twofold: to find and destroy the true power of each race, thus weakening their potential threats, and to ensure the dominance of humanity over the entire continent. The time had come to reveal the strengths and weaknesses of each race and set the stage for humanity's ascendancy.

Master Kaelin nodded in agreement. "In these tumultuous times, the true potential of each race will be unveiled. Only by testing their powers and weaknesses can we shape the future to our advantage."

Lady Selene continued, "And the arrival of the Great Era is upon us. It resembles the Ancient Times when countless Immortal Realm experts of each race existed."

Indeed, the Heavenly Court's experts, equipped with artifacts that allowed them to gaze into the insights of Fate, had sensed a significant shift in the world's essence. This Great Era promised to be a pivotal point in history, where the powers of the different races would rise to prominence.

Master Zephyr, a revered elder, interjected, "This era has already led to the discovery of precious resources, Elemental Sparks, Heavenly Elements, Earthly Elements, and more."

As the council of the Heavenly Court's higher-ups strategized behind closed doors, the freed Golden-Eyed Black Dragon was making its own move.

Instead of launching an immediate attack on human territories, it began rallying the forces of the beasts within the Central Region.

Ancient beasts, who had long slumbered in hibernation, stirred and awoke in response to the Black Dragon's compelling call.

They understood that joining forces with the dragon was essential if they wanted to resist the might of the human race, represented by the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, the peace that had prevailed for generations in the Northern States was abruptly shattered as the Giant Race redirected its attention towards the Dwarven Realm. The lands, which had long been a haven of harmonious trade and diplomatic negotiations among various races, were plunged into the chaos of war.

The Dwarves were skilled artisans and miners, masters of crafting intricate artifacts and machinery deep within their intricate cities. Their abilities in metallurgy and engineering were unmatched, and they had honed their talents to create powerful weapons and ingenious devices.

The Giants, on the other hand, were colossal beings, towering over all other races. They possessed an innate affinity with the Earth Element, granting them a deep connection with the land. They were a race of brute strength and indomitable will, their raw power unparalleled.

The battle between these two races was an astounding clash of opposites.

The Dwarves had found themselves unprepared for the sudden onslaught of the Giants. Since the Dwarven Race didn't have much interaction with the Giant Race, they had not developed specialized artifacts or weapons geared to counter the formidable Giant Race. As a result, they were ill-equipped to confront this new, violent threat.

The Dwarves, with their technological ingenuity, had hastily repurposed their mining equipment into formidable weapons, crafting colossal cannons and intricate automatons to aid in their defense. The cannons hurled projectiles with great force, while the automatons acted as mobile fortifications.

Yet the Giants' size and control over the Earth Element gave them a tremendous advantage. Their affinity for manipulating the very earth beneath their feet allowed them to create devastating shockwaves and send boulders hurtling toward their Dwarven foes.

The Giants' formidable strength was undeniable, as they crashed through the Dwarven lines with earth-shattering force.

The Dwarves, determined to protect their Dwarven Powered Immortal Dominion and the Earth Veins that fueled their society, had set up a series of complex defensive formations. These arcane barriers and traps were meant to deter any intruders and maintain the connection to the Earth Veins that flowed beneath the mountains.

To the Dwarves' shock and dismay, the Giants seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of how to dismantle these defensive formations.

Their sheer size and ability to manipulate the Earth Element allowed them to target the formation eye the Dwarves' barriers, which was the weak point of any formation, causing havoc among their ranks.

It was as if the Giants had a sixth sense for sensing the weaknesses in the Dwarven formations, and before long, they had severed the connection to two of the seven Earth Veins.

In the midst of this intense conflict, an unexpected and perplexing development unfolded. The Verzen Empire, the sole human empire in the Northern States, led by Empress Isabella, suddenly threw its weight behind the Giant Race.

This decision to back the Giants and support their assault on the Dwarven Powered Immortal Dominion introduced a powerful and unexpected force into the war.

The motives behind Empress Isabella's sudden alignment with the Giants remained unclear and open to speculation.

Some suggested that she was driven by a quest for personal gain, perhaps hoping to secure the favor of the Giant Race for her empire's benefit once the war had concluded.

Others speculated that she might have been manipulated or coerced into the alliance by the Giants or other unseen influences. Regardless of her motivations, the entry of the Verzen Empire's forces into the fray added another layer of complexity to this battle against the Dwarven Race.

As the battle between the Dwarven Race and their adversaries raged on, it seemed that the odds were stacked against them. The connection to the third of the seven Earth Veins had been severed, and the Giant Race, bolstered by the Verzen Empire's forces, pressed their assault on the Dwarven Powered Immortal Dominion.

Amidst the chaos, the Dwarves felt that they had no choice but to unleash their final trump card—a legendary wooden flute gifted to them by the Elven Queen during ancient times. It was a symbol of friendship and a debt repaid by the Elven Queen to the Dwarven Race, a promise that if the Dwarves were ever in dire need, they could use the flute to summon the aid of the Elven Race. The catch was that this unique instrument could only be used once.

With desperation in their hearts and the threat of losing their Earth Veins looming, the Dwarves decided that the time had come to call upon their long-standing allies.

When the first notes of the ancient wooden flute echoed across the Northern Region, it was as though the very earth responded. The sound reverberated far beyond the region's borders, reaching the ears of those in the Central Region, Southern Region, Western Deserts, and Eastern Seas. It was a call for aid that transcended distances.

Near the Dwarven Powered Immortal Dominion, the land began to change dramatically. A colossal tree, wider and taller than any mountain, sprouted from the earth at a breathtaking pace, its branches extending to the heavens. Around this towering tree, an entire forest materialized in a matter of seconds. From the heart of this enchanted forest emerged the long-eared members of the Elven Race.

The Elves, with their ethereal beauty and graceful demeanor, descended upon the battlefield. They moved with an otherworldly elegance, their eyes gleaming with determination. Most of the Elven Race members were exquisite women, their presence radiating an aura of enchantment, but there were also a few men among them.

As the Elves took their positions, their abilities became evident. Some, with their affinity for the Wood Element, drew bows and unleashed volleys of arrows that soared through the air with pinpoint accuracy. These arrows struck true, finding their mark among the Giant Race's ranks, causing considerable damage and chaos.

Others among the Elves showcased their mastery over the growth and manipulation of trees and plants. With each graceful gesture, they conjured plants with unique abilities. Some plants entangled the Giants with vines, rendering them immobile, while others emitted a poisonous aura that weakened the Giant Race's formidable experts.

Among the Elven Race, there were those who controlled the Metal Element, shaping metallic vines that ensnared their adversaries. Poison Element users released clouds of toxic spores that left the Giants disoriented and weakened.

At the center of this spectacle was the Elven Queen, a figure of unparalleled beauty and grace. She possessed the Nature Element, which allowed her to harness and combine the abilities of her fellow Elves. With a wave of her hand, she could manipulate the very essence of nature itself. Her powers were vast and versatile, giving her the ability to adapt to any situation on the battlefield.

Empress Isabella of the Verzen Empire, recognizing the arrival of the Elven Race and the formidable powers they possessed, swiftly withdrew her forces. She knew the strength of the Elven allies was not to be underestimated, and a prudent retreat was the only course of action.

Now, with the Verzen Empire in retreat, only the Giant Race remained to confront the combined might of the Dwarves and their newfound Elven allies. The balance of power had shifted dramatically on the battlefield, and the fate of the Northern States hung in the balance as these formidable forces clashed in a monumental struggle for supremacy.