Timeskip

When I woke up in the morning, I realized how scary protagonist luck is. Upon first looking at his stupid face I was angry with everything about him, and by the end of the conversation I was planning on living with him.

My instincts started cycling the fusion energy to get rid of any unknown effects that could still be active. Teleporting back into his room to find him deep asleep, I used my synthesis ability to remove his protagonist luck and took out one of my wishes.

My gauntlets covered my hands with the luck in between them before smashing them together and teleporting back to my island. I made a mistake by underestimating the powers that he was gifted. If I did not come to, he could have sweet talked me into his harem which absolutely disgusts me.

The gauntlets on my hands had changed to look like some casino style gloves. I could feel a passive urge to do stupid things like pick random fights to get stronger and be a dense mother fucker around women, but quickly changed them back to their original state.

Now that the biggest problem is solved, I can get to some new ideas that have been popping up in my head. First my Gate of Babylon has an overwhelming number of trash weapons and armor. Even some of my most powerful weapons that I created myself can only destroy medium sized planets.

What I plan to do is create a growth type weapon using my knowledge; use synthesis to extract the growth property. Then I put it in the gate and every time I combine it with another weapon it will grow back.

I combine it with every weapon in the gate to give them the growth attribute, use my new world travel ability to send them to a random world, and wait for some destined hero or villain to reach godhood before taking them back and having a nice stockpile of weapons with legendary power and history.

While that is happening, I can focus on my own personal growth and spend some time in this world learning skills and foiling the reincarnator's plans to get a harem. I am livid he almost turned me into some bubbly air head for his harem.

Before that, I need to know who he wants in his harem so that I can prevent anyone from falling for his brainwashing schemes.

===================Time skip ten years===============

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I let loose a sigh of frustration. Almost eleven years since I came to this world and I am barely two feet long. I guess that my lamia physique is to blame for it but at this point I got used to it.

I work my frustrations away on the newest dress that I will sell in my new shop.

I took to doing this just as a hobby in between making that cunt reincarnator's life hell. At first when wondering were to start I thought about breaking the manipulations on the girls already in his harem, but that seemed like eating desert before I have even had the entrée.

First, I used remote viewing spells to see what girls he would go after and saw the most horrendous abuse of power and a solid reason why I hated him so much when we just met. I overheard him talking with his system about why his protagonist's luck was gone, before it turns into a discussion about buying a passive mind manipulation ability that attracts girls. How he does not see anything wrong with it is beyond me, but I knew I was going to enjoy making his life hell.

Using anti-mind manipulation spells on those he was actively targeting and enchanting the cloths I made with mental protection spells to prevent him from getting random side women. The business started small because I only knew so many styles, but I got better with time.

I was not solely focused on making him a fool to everyone that met him. I had a life as a guardian deity for a wandering sea tribe. I know I basically skipped over like an entire chapter of my life, but it happened so suddenly I do not know how to describe it.

One day I was flying through the sky to calm my mind from frustration towards this small body of mine when I saw them being attacked by scum that just enjoyed the suffering of others. I popped in using my magic to rip out the hearts of scum while healing those that were injured.

When I finished healing the last injured, and the last bastard died from blood loss, they came up and started praying to me. I asked questions and they told me about their guardian deity who was a snake god that swims through the sky.

I did try to leave them, but they gave me those puppy dog eyes, and, with my new mentality, I am super weak to puppy dog eyes. I just stuck around and let them feed me good food in exchange for my "divine protection".

In this way I spent my time improving abilities, destroying a harem, and waiting for my weapons to return from their grand adventures.

Speaking of weapons over half of them returned which is very odd. In my mind it takes more than a decade to become a god. Looking back at the history of the weapons most of the people that ascended to godhood rushed it. It was a classic power fantasy, increase in strength stupidly fast and get their ass handed to them by someone stronger. After some rushed training they come back and show off that they can shout stupid attack names better than their opponent.

Most of those people died because the godly artifact they were so confident in could not keep their powers stable when ascending because of their shaky foundation. Thankfully, I made sure all my weapons had a good foundation before increasing in power.

After going over my gains of the past ten years the high priest called me for lunch.