God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

He used his spatial dimension to create a clay cup and brought it to the real world before filling it with his blood.

'At this point, my blood is like an infinite resource as long as I have enough nutrition and medicine...' he thought with a wry smile as he closed his wound and started the ritual. He had no plans to feel overwhelming pain again, so he used Money God Mammon as a proxy like he did the first time, and got his luck enhanced for a minute.

He immediately got the gacha wheel spinning and saw a yellow section stopping at the pointer.

"Well, my first yellow system is here." he muttered and checked it's information.

[n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Name: Body Cultivation System

Capabilities: Allows the user to cultivate their body beyond human limits.

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".... that's unexpected." he muttered as he tried to think of someone he use this on and there were multiple options.

'Let's make a proper, logical choice.' he thought as he clasped his hands together.

The things that happened on the islands had given him a new perspective when it came to his systems and he had completely changed the way he approached quests. He no longer had any plans to force his system users to complete various quests like the way he threatened Vincent a few weeks ago.

Instead, he had a more subtle way of doing things now and unless it was absolutely necessary, he had no plans to threaten anyone to focus on getting strong directly.

'The best way to get people to get strong is to pit them against each other. This way, I won't have to take risks of exposing myself since certain people are too smart and they'll be able to guess the person who's behind the system.' he thought as he remembered Fabian, the person whom Vincent wanted to get revenge on.

With a slight nod, he made up his mind, "His regeneration ability, when coupled with battle god's regeneration skill, should be able to boost my regenerative capabilities to the next level." he muttered as a slight smile formed on his face.

He no longer had plans to stop the people with questionable ways on his own and instead, he planned on copying their abilities to make himself stronger.

'Fabian will clearly get stronger, but I can use Vincent to keep him in check and vice versa. I'll make them push each other to get stronger and stronger while not giving Fabian the chances to commit extremely evil things.'

Keith didn't really mind petty crimes or things like stealing or even killing people as long as they deserved it. He didn't mind murder even if his system users had some personal beef with someone but he had a line and that was harming innocent kids.

The world of adults was a tough one and even he wasn't immune to being a "bad person". He knew that he had done quite a few things that couldn't be considered as "good" and he knew that he had no right to refute someone if they hated him and wanted to take his life.

But that was where it stopped, the fight between beliefs. If someone felt like killing him, then they were free to do so but Keith had no intention of letting anyone kill him. He was a realistic man in a realistic world and he knew that he had no right to determine what was right and what was wrong. He simply wished to fight for his own beliefs.

As he stared as the system, he sighed, "Now I gotta go find out where Fabian is... based on what I know, that bastard is an overconfident asshole so I guess I should be able to find him in the same village."

He silently made some mental plans and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Nine hours later, Keith slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling lazily before sighing, "Come on, get up. You gotta go steal some nice stuff from Timothy's jewellery store."

Even though he said that, he continued to stare at the ceiling for a few more minutes until his sleepiness and laziness slowly thinned down. He then got up, took a nice bath and put on the same old clothes before walking out since his suitcase was at the church and he had forgotten to bring it to this place.

He didn't need the clothes urgently, but he wanted to get back his revolver so he had no choice but to visit the church first. He walked inside and saw a different priest compared to before and greeted him.

"Good evening father, I just wanted to know where luggage is at. I'm from Brandon's team." he said politely as he flashed the priest a slight smile.

The priest nodded and waved his hands, "All the luggage is at the storage room. Go through that door and just walk until you find the room. It should be on the left side."

"Thank you, father." Keith said and followed his instructions until he found the room. He pushed open the door and found a middle aged plump lady sitting on a comfy chair as she read a newspaper.

"Excuse me, I'm here to get my luggage back. My name is Keith and-"

"Ohhhh! Keith Zenister am I right?" she asked enthusiastically as she placed the newspaper down and looked at him excitedly, "Your team was the only one that came back so early. Of course, some others did too but they paid their way out of the island and they're all from other churches. All of our staff follow the rules to the T." she said proudly as she puffed up her chest.

Keith nodded with a smile on his face, "Yeah, they're indeed very disciplined." he commented before getting back to the topic, "About my things..."

"Ah yes, of course." she said and got up from her chair before she looked around. She then went straight for a specific rack and grabbed a suitcase along with a briefcase before taking a look at their surfaces.

"Hmm, yes. It says Keith Zenister from Brandon's team so here you go. Have a nice day!" she said as she gave them to him.