Wang Xian: Yao Yao, have you ever thought about plastic surgery?

"Uncle, I'm so heartbroken, boohoohoohoo~~~~"

Upon hearing Wang Xian confirm that his new profession was a support class, Cheng Yao immediately put on a devastated expression.

"What are you heartbroken about?"

Wang Xian was thoroughly confused.

"Uncle, even though you got a Hidden Profession, it's a support class. How are you supposed to carry me while leveling from now on?" Cheng Yao said.

Wang Xian: ...

Good grief, was she trying to turn him into a tool?

"Stop acting like such a drama queen. Come with me!"

How could Wang Xian not see that Cheng Yao was pretending to be pitiful? He shot her a deliberately fierce glare. Still, as the future number-one support, she could be allowed this little bit of privilege.

In his original plans, Wang Xian had intended to be a lone wolf. After all, with the powerful Hidden Profession God Slayer, coupled with being reborn and knowing more or less some crucial information, he was confident that he could rise quickly and become one of the strongest.

As for finding some future powerhouses and nurturing them?

Wang Xian had considered it, but ultimately gave up.

Why?

Insufficient vision! Insufficient understanding.

At the end of the day, Wang Xian was just an ordinary person who happened to be a little luckier—he had been reborn!

But rebirth could not change Wang Xian's knowledge or perspective.

In his previous life, Wang Xian had only been a slightly above-average player. Like countless others, he had worried about how to clear Advanced Dungeons and worked hard for a piece of rare Blue Equipment. His greatest dream had even been nothing more than obtaining a piece of purple Legendary Equipment.

What right did such an ordinary person have to talk about nurturing powerhouses?

It was like asking a common street nobody to raise a national president!

It simply wasn't realistic!

That was right, he was a Reincarnator, but the information he knew was not actually all that useful.

Take national wars, for example. So what if he knew about them?

Could he stop them?

No!

What about other information?

Special events?

Even if Wang Xian said nothing, the people meant to gain benefits would still gain them. Besides, events depended heavily on strength and luck, so he really could not do much!

Dungeons?

In his previous life, Wang Xian had only farmed Advanced Dungeons. To some people, Advanced Dungeons were not challenging at all.

And most importantly, Wang Xian feared that his appearance might cause those future powerhouses to miss the opportunities that had originally belonged to them. That would truly be more loss than gain.

That was why Wang Xian had completely given up on the idea of nurturing those future top powerhouses.

But things were different now.

Wang Xian had not become a God Slayer. Instead, he had become a Priest.

The Priest skill Mercy forced Wang Xian to give up on becoming a lone wolf. Otherwise, it would be far too wasteful of that skill.

The existence of this skill could not only rapidly raise Wang Xian's level, but also produce a large number of high-level players.

High levels combined with the Growth Talent, along with the Priest's five basic attributes granting a 500% bonus to his stats, would greatly shorten the time Wang Xian needed to become a top powerhouse.

Therefore, what Wang Xian needed to do now was gather ten people, form a complete party, and level up quickly.

For the time being, only two party members had been decided.

The first was naturally himself.

The second had to be Cheng Yao, the future number-one support, the Flower Goddess.

However, Cheng Yao left Wang Xian somewhat conflicted. He was afraid that keeping Cheng Yao by his side would cause her to miss out on the Hidden Profession Flower Goddess.

Unable to decide what to choose for the moment, Wang Xian ultimately decided to ignore the issue for now and think about it again after killing the Goblin BOSS.

That was right. Wang Xian was now going to kill the Goblin BOSS, while letting Cheng Yao leech some experience along the way. With Mercy, he would not lose any experience. Instead, he would gain an extra 20% experience (10% from Mercy, 10% from being in a party).

The Priest's terrifying bonuses gave Wang Xian the confidence to kill the Goblin BOSS. Moreover, he really wanted to know whether the skill Forsaken worked on field BOSSes.

"Uncle, where are we going so late at night?" Cheng Yao asked curiously as she followed behind Wang Xian.

Wang Xian replied calmly, "To kill a BOSS!"

"The Goblin BOSS from the daytime?"

Cheng Yao's eyes immediately lit up.

"Mm."

Wang Xian nodded.

"Uncle, didn't you say the BOSS was terrifying? Why do you suddenly want to kill it now?" Cheng Yao quickly became confused.

"Why do you have so many questions? You're just dead weight, completely useless. Just stay in the back, watch, and leech experience."

"Uncle, how can you say that about me? I'm a cute girl—I can cheer you on from the back."

The moment Cheng Yao heard Wang Xian call her dead weight, she immediately refused to accept it, pouting as she muttered.

"Oh, please. You? A cute girl? Take off that gaudy makeup first, then we'll talk!"

Wang Xian rolled his eyes.

Just listening to Cheng Yao's voice, she really did sound like a cute girl. But her makeup was truly hard to compliment. The way she had done it had absolutely nothing to do with being cute.

"Uncles really are all straight men!"

Cheng Yao shot Wang Xian an angry glare. What did he mean by gaudy makeup? She had clearly done it beautifully. How cool was it?

Cheng Yao decided to ignore Wang Xian for the time being. Only then would that straight-man uncle realize his mistake.

After the two had walked for a while, Wang Xian spoke.

"Yao Yao, have you ever considered getting cosmetic surgery?"

When Wang Xian spoke, Cheng Yao had been quite happy. She thought that the straight-man uncle had realized his mistake and was about to apologize to her. But what he said next left her dumbfounded.

What?

Cosmetic surgery?

What kind of eyes did this straight-man uncle have?

This lady was naturally beautiful. Did she need cosmetic surgery?

"Uncle, is there something about my face or figure that you're dissatisfied with?" Cheng Yao asked through gritted teeth.

Wang Xian shook his head. "Not at all. I was just asking."

In truth, Wang Xian had wanted to ask this question ever since he confirmed that Cheng Yao was the future number-one support, Flower Goddess Cheng Yao.

There was no helping it—present-day Cheng Yao was far too different from the future Flower Goddess Cheng Yao.

First of all, Flower Goddess Cheng Yao had a very tall figure, standing at 174 centimeters. The Cheng Yao before him was only around 160 centimeters tall.

Second, Flower Goddess Cheng Yao was very beautiful and looked to be around twenty-five years old. Although the Cheng Yao before him wore heavy makeup, he could still vaguely tell that she was only seventeen or eighteen. Moreover, her looks were truly far inferior to those of Flower Goddess Cheng Yao.

Lastly, Flower Goddess Cheng Yao was at least a C cup, while the Cheng Yao before him was probably only an A cup.

There was only a little over a year left before Flower Goddess Cheng Yao became famous throughout the world. If she had not gotten cosmetic surgery, Wang Xian really could not think of any other way Cheng Yao could have undergone such earth-shaking changes.