"Every time I try to overestimate humanity's lower limits, the result leaves me helpless. Heh, reality is so absurd it makes me want to laugh. Uh, I can't laugh. It's time for the 'orphan killer who can't laugh.' Pfft."
Lu PingAn ultimately laughed out loud. Yet until dusk, he failed to find a single unlucky fool who came looking for trouble.
But by the next morning, three piles of trash had appeared in one corner of the room.
One had tried poisoning him, one had attempted an assassination, and one had come offering door-to-door services. The only noteworthy thing was that the service provider had used makeup to turn a twenty-year-old into someone in her late thirties. It seemed Su Xi's preferences really were quite famous.
Lu PingAn had never been in the habit of showing mercy to people who tried to kill him.
".To improve your own chances of winning by getting rid of your opponents beforehand? Is that really necessary?"
"You're full and don't know how hungry others are. You don't know how hard it is for wild Professionals to make a living, nor do you know how precious Divine Grace is. Especially for Fighters who can't rely on external tools, an 'external tool' that perfectly matches their profession is incredibly valuable."
Whenever the Fighter Path came up, Big Cat became much more talkative.
"Then why Fighters?"
Lu PingAn had already noticed that Big Cat had been guiding him toward this path all along.
".Because your close-combat skills are a pile of crap. That's your biggest weakness. You can't expect to hide behind armor forever, much less expect armor to block everything."
"Hey, hey, don't underestimate me. Personally, I think I'm pretty talented in that area."
"You are talented, sure, but have you trained your combat skills into