When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

I am a system. Everyone calls me Golden Finger. I am intelligent and as gorgeous as a flower, desired by all. I have carefully selected a host who is s*upid and cowardly, unmotivated, and absolute tr*sh, one who can best show off my wisdom and brilliance. I had originally thought that in this place which reveres alchemists, I would be able to work with my host to refine godly elixirs and accomplish great things. But I’m starting to realise, something isn’t quite right… Cowardly: Killing off his evil disciple with 2 words? Tr*sh: Refining a legendary elixir in 2 seconds? Huh? Wait, why am I being used to refine poison, help! Only later did I find out, this host has another identity, the v...