He Kai's curiosity was piqued. He asked curiously, "After all that, what exactly is the gift?"
Everyone exchanged glances, then suddenly broke into wicked grins.
"Good stuff. You'll use it every day."
"One use a day, and you'll become more and more of a man."
"Rare goods, available in limited quantities."
"Men all love this sort of thing."
Each of them added a line, like they were making up a sleazy advertisement, full of implications.
He Kai was led astray, but... I fought so hard. Can't I enjoy myself a little?
Hearing these descriptions from the bunch of lousy friends, Li Yang grinned wickedly.
He simply ordered someone to display the projection.
"Brother He, I carefully selected this fine merchandise for you."
He Kai looked full of anticipation, and then... holy shit.
He Kai was so startled he nearly fell over. Projected before him was a long dining table, where an entire family of black tools—men, women, young, and old—were praying.
Forget the stunning beauties he had imagined; even calling them ugly would not have done them justice.
His ingrained way of thinking had not caught up yet, and He Kai was still cursing, "Who the hell could put their mouth on that? Your tastes are way too heavy!"
"Brother He, don't slander us. Who put their mouth on them? You're the one who wanted to, aren't you?"
"Exactly, exactly. These are Utopia-produced goods, top-tier tool believers."
"Pray once every day, and you'll grow stronger and stronger. That's right!"
"The stronger a man is, the more of a man he is. I wasn't lying to you."
Hearing everyone teasing him at once, He Kai realized that he had been played.
Still, harmless little jokes like this made it easier for everyone to grow closer.
"Enough laughing. Tell me what's going