System experience officer

Chapter 2370. Survival System 4

Voldemort was taken aback: "How did you come to that conclusion?"

Han Zifeng shrugged and said, "Are you an idiot? Let Grindelwald go and let those two old men have their romance. Tell your men to behave themselves, at least don't keep jumping around in front of the old bee. Let the Aurors bother those two old men. If the old bee doesn't beat you up, he'll be letting down his title of White Demon King! Also, White Demon King, Black Demon King, you're all demon kings, stay away from me. What kind of good birds are you? Oh right, I, I predict I'll be the next demon king, of course, if you don't bully me, I'll be the lazy demon king. If you bully me, I'll be the world-destroying demon king, no problem."

Voldemort asked doubtfully, "So confident?"

Zi Feng complained: "This is my profession, my profession, world destruction. That's why I call you annoying Death Eaters and stuff. When I kill, I don't even leave a soul behind, so basically no one bothers me. Everyone knows my profession is world destruction."

For the first time, Voldemort took this conversation seriously. So this kid was the craziest, wasn't he?! He took a deep breath and asked, "What is your concept of death?"

Zi Feng complained: "What's the King of Hell worried about? Oh right, this is the King of the Underworld. What's the King of the Underworld worried about? I could chop down Cerberus and cook it. The life and death of a dragon depends on the taste. Death, oh right, I'm suited for Gryffindor. I take life and death lightly. If you're not happy, then fight. Hmm, no problem. I'm a soul now too."

Voldemort slapped his face. Gryffindor, really, without Gryffindor, you just feel like you deserve a beating! He asked with rare sarcasm, "So, your understanding is entirely about killing people?!"

Zi Feng grumbled: "Trying to trick me? Fine, if you can withstand the heavenly lightning and the curse, then go ahead and do it. You can think of my last boyfriend as a vampire patriarch. I wiped out his entire clan, and no one dares to talk to me now. As for me, my soul was scattered, hahaha, hahaha. It's just that my soul is insufficient, so like you, I occasionally act crazy, hmm. I know my ideas might not be right, so my advice is usually genuine advice. If it's wrong, don't do it, hehe. Obedient fools, it's none of my business."

Voldemort: "So, your method of achieving immortality is real?"

Zi Feng nodded: "Well, yes, but there are differences between Eastern and Western cultures, so you'll need to study it yourself. If I had to suggest something, you could use your Soul Weapons to research cultivation methods yourself. By the way, if you hadn't turned Nagini's snake into a Soul Weapon, could you let me play with it?"

Voldemort: "A snake. I've never seen one before."

Zi Feng nodded, speechless as he looked at Voldemort. He thought about it and realized that Voldemort was right. If he hadn't died today, he wouldn't have run into Nagini. He thought for a moment and said, "Then why don't you bring her over to play with me? She should be in the Black Forest of Albania, which is probably a gathering place for Death Eaters."

Voldemort asked curiously, "Why are you looking for her?"

Zi Feng thought to himself, "Blood Curse Orcs, of course they're here to play." Voldemort suddenly felt like he'd asked a pointless question. However, since his allies had requested it, he'd make the arrangements. It was just the Albanian Black Forest, he could just go. Zi Feng said to him, "Tell that snake that maybe if I mess with her, she'll recover." Then, thinking for a moment, he added, "Oh right, you can get those Death Eaters to work for me, and I'll replenish your soul. I can do that, hey."

Voldemort: "You can do it. How?"

Zifeng said disdainfully, "Eat it. To use a ghost as an analogy, in front of others it's a ghost, but in front of you it's a big chicken leg. Just eat it one bite at a time. If you can't even handle this, what kind of Dark Lord are you?"

Voldemort: "So, that's what you did?"

Zi Feng shrugged: "I don't eat it, but that's what evil spirits do, they just gnaw on it bite by bite."

Voldemort quipped, "You're just joking, why do I feel like I'm a weakling?"

Zi Feng said disdainfully, "You only dare to act like a king in this small corner of the world. If you go to the East, you won't even have the basic qualities of a heretical cultivator. I am a king among heretical cultivators. How can we be the same? There are hundreds of heretical cultivators every day. Only then can we be considered proper, hardworking, and good heretical cultivators."

Voldemort was speechless: "And you?"

Zi Feng calmly said, "Baby, be good. Baby, be good. Baby can't throw a tantrum. Baby can't throw a tantrum. Every time I throw a tantrum, I destroy a country, a race, and the world. So baby, be good. Baby can't throw a tantrum." Voldemort, okay, he was wrong.

Zi Feng instructed him, "The first thing you need to do is understand what I mean by the correct method of soul division, or in other words, regain your intelligence first. The next step is to complete your soul, and the third step is to redistribute it. If you want it to be simple, first learn the correct way to distribute your soul, and then replenish your soul artifacts according to their respective deficiencies. That way, at least the result won't be a lunatic. Then you can start cultivating. I think the second suggestion is easier to implement. Even if you don't know what your soul is missing, you've at least seen what your complete soul looks like, right? It's like feeding a cub; you're feeding your soul fragments to make them look like a normal person. Hmm, then start cultivating."

Voldemort: "Is this really okay, so simple and brutal?"

Zi Feng grumbled, "I gave you the suggestion, now try it out yourself. By the way, after you gather the Horcruxes, check if your IQ has returned. You and your Death Eaters are desperately lacking in intelligence right now!"

Voldemort's face darkened instantly, but remembering his earlier idiotic behavior, he thought, "Fine, it's time for everyone to get a brain upgrade." Zi Feng, seeing Voldemort's expression, happily delivered the fatal blow: "The Malfoy family's inherited skill of being a fence-sitter is practically the pinnacle of intelligence among you Death Eaters. Don't you really want to reflect on yourselves?" Voldemort sighed.

Voldemort left happily, the Prince family calmly sealed off their manor, and the obedient cat family, although Caesar's potion-making skills were actually inferior to their wife's, their house-elves were reliable and incredibly versatile. And speaking of which, Qingqing woke up one day to find she could cook all kinds of Eastern cuisine, and they tasted absolutely delicious.

She could even prepare baby food to satisfy Zifeng's needs, so ever since Zifeng could talk, she often said, "You, the head of the Prince family, are the most useless one in the whole family. Go have some babies, at least do something worthwhile." This always made the group of house-elves burst into laughter. There was no way around it; this head of the family truly was the most useless one.

Nagini arrived two weeks after Voldemort left. Zifeng examined her soul and asked Nagini with her mental power, "Um, do you wish you were a human, a snake, or one of the Animagus?"

Nagini replied, "Hiss, is there a difference?"