God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

On the other side of the training grounds, six men hurriedly packed the things that their group had bought while one guy and three girls stood on the side as they watched them.

The guy who was surrounded by gorgeous girls, had long and curly light brown hair that fell to his shoulders. His face didn't have any striking features, making him look like a normal average guy, but with his lavish clothes made of silk, he stood out among the rest.

"Timmy, shouldn't you tell you father about this at least once?" one of the beautiful girls hugged him from behind and asked, but he shook his head.

"It's fine. He's at the Morose Kingdom right now to take care of some business and coincidentally, someone robbed one of our jewellery stores. So he'll probably be staying there to investigate, so there's no need to bother him with things that don't need his immediate attention.

Well, it's not like he doesn't know about it. All three of you are his concubines but you mostly spend time with me and all of us know the reason why. He's just an useless old fart who's only reached this level thanks to me." he said confidently as he groped the two other girls who were beside him.

"Well, anyways. I saw a familiar face today, so I'm hoping that I'll meet her." he said as he smirked and licked his lips, not intending to hide his intentions.

The girl on the right leaned closer, "Is it Clara? Even I saw her a few minutes ago but is she even worth the trouble?" She has that ugly big chest and big ass, like why would you want to even touch something as filthy as her when you have us here?" she said as she grabbed his hand and ran it up from her stomach to her neck.

"You three should just shut up and stop asking me questions. She may be ugly, but her usefulness is way higher than unawakened pigs like you." he snarled and spit on her face before pushing her away, only to see her crawling back to him like an abandoned animal.

'Once I get my hands on her, I'll make a trade with one of my old classmates who's currently a part of War God's Church to get the method of creating Cursed Artifacts on my own. From the rumours that I've heard, it involved a set of rules and this is exactly what I need.

This way, I'll turn her into a cursed artifact and feed her ugly body to the dogs. Did this bitch really think that I was attracted to something as ugly as her? Yuck.' he thought as he stared at the girl who was hugging his thigh and slapped her hard.

"You, I'll punish you in the forest tonight." he smirked evilly before turning to look at the two instructors that were sent to keep an eye on his team.

He got the girls to let go of him and walked towards the instructors with a friendly smile. One of them was from the same church as him, the Money God Mammon's Church, but he had barely met him until now.

"Excuse me gentlemen, if you don't mind, I have an idea that I'd like to propose to you." he said as he got close to them and saw that both of them smiled.

The guy from the money church smiled, "We've heard about you. Tell me what your idea is, but just so you know, we will not be helping you with matters related to other teams."

"Oh it doesn't have any relation to other teams. I simple need your help with our own team. I need the expertise of this gentle man here to heal my women when ever they're injured and in return, you can have your fun with them." he proposed his idea and the two of them looked sightly disappointed.

Timmy cursed inwardly before adding more to the equation, "Both of you are from Morose Kingdom, yes?" he asked and when they nodded he grinned.

"Well, then I'll give you one Moro each time you heal my girls. One moro each, one moro for you guys to keep everything that happens a secret and every time my girls get injured, I'll give you an extra moro to heal them and I'll also let you have your fun with them. Are you two satisfied with this?"

The two instructors looked at each other's faces and turned to look at the three women who were looking back at them before nodding, "Sure, now go back to your team and stop talking to us. We'll take the money directly from the stash that you've given us."

"Feel free, feel free." Timmy said as he grinned and walked back to his father's concubines.

Two hours passed and the sound of the bell reached everyone's ears, which prompted them to rush back to stand in front of the wooden platform.

Timmy's team wasn't an exception either and he got his men to carry everything for him. Each one of them had one large bag strapped to their backs and had each of their arms grabbing onto one cloth bag each, which was basically just a bunch of things placed at the centre of a cloth with the corners of the cloth tied together.

The bags consisted of various tools, weapons and traps but Timmy wasn't the only one who had prepared a lot as he saw another guy walk beside him with exactly ten people but every single one of them were carrying things unlike Timmy's team where only six were working.

'Hmm... Duke Arthur's son, Adrian huh? Heh, thanks to his sister getting kicked out of the family, he's now the heir. What a sore loser.' Timmy thought, consoling himself by putting others down mentally, but his expression changed when he saw Adrian turn his head to look past him.

Timmy followed his gaze and turned around to see Adrian's sister and Clara talking to each other amicably.