Who Would Still Be a Gigolo After Transmigrating into Coiling Dragon

Kenchi maneuvered the metal lifeform into the air, setting a course for the distant Lier City.

With this, Simon and the others embarked on their first Fiend mission.

The legend that belonged to them had officially begun to be written!

Chapter 45: Elno, the Expert in Death Rules

The leopard-shaped metal lifeform provided by Kenchi had decent flight speed; although it still couldn't compare to the high-end model Fanny possessed, it was far superior to the one provided by the Fiend Castle last time, capable of covering over a million li in a single day.

The interior of the metal lifeform was quite lively at this moment.

Hamut was bragging to a group of people, while others watched from the sidelines, chiming in with a few words from time to time.

Even Simon did not immediately enter deep meditation, instead choosing to drink and chat with Fanny and the others in the main hall, taking the opportunity to get familiar with the other Fiends, as they would be spending several years together.

"Let me tell you, the moment the leader of the Blood Kill Bandit Group, Cohen, was killed by Lord Selens, I realized my chance had come. I instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, dashed into the valley like a flash, grabbed a Thousand Illusion Fruit, and turned back into lightning to make a clean getaway."

Hamut boasted to a crowd of other one-star Fiends about how he had passed the assessment, and the merchant Kenchi listened with great interest nearby.

"Then why didn't you grab a few more fruits at the time? You could have sold them later," a bystander asked.

"I wanted to, but guess what happened?"

"What?"

The bystander played along enthusiastically.

"Even though my reaction was fast, someone was actually faster than me. I noticed there were only two fruits missing from the tree. I thought about sweeping them all up, but when I saw that someone else was stronger than me and yet possessed such strong self-control, I instantly calmed down. I honestly grabbed just one and bolted. My strength was only enough to secure one fruit."

"Your self-control is quite strong too, not bad, Hamut."

The employer, Kenchi, praised him at the right moment.

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. It turned out my choice was correct. Just a moment after I left, a large number of Midgods who had finally reacted arrived. Hiding in the distance, I saw with my own eyes those greedy ones who grabbed a few extra fruits get focused down and killed instantly. It was a pity that several fruits still on the tree were caught in the crossfire and destroyed."

Hamut still felt a lingering fear when he recalled it now; if he had been greedy and picked a few more, wasting even a little bit of time, he might have been the one to die on the spot.

"How thrilling. It's a good thing I just spent money to buy the mission items for my Fiend assessment, hehe."

Another two-star Fiend with gray-white hair and an ordinary face said.

"Brother Elno, you cultivate the Death Rules and are proficient in refining Soul Golden Beads, so of course you can do that. Unlike us, who have to risk our lives."

Hamut said.

Hearing this, the other Fiends looked at Elno with envy.

Soul Golden Beads—a single one was worth 100,000 Inkstones on the market! He only needed to refine eight to buy the mission items and pass the assessment, with no need to risk his life at all.

Moreover, being able to refine such a treasure meant his connections must be extensive, allowing him to rub shoulders with many big shots.

"You guys who cultivate the Death Rules have it so easy when it comes to making money. With such skills, it shouldn't be hard to buy a house in a city and cultivate in peace from now on, right? Why follow us poor wretches and risk your life doing missions for Inkstones?"

Olga, the bystander from earlier, asked enviously.

"Haha, Olga, you don't understand. Although earning Inkstones is as easy as drinking water for me, I also want to walk my own path as an expert."

"Whenever I think about staying in Timbu City for the rest of my life, refining Soul Golden Beads forever, and likely remaining at the Midgod level for my entire life, I feel unreconciled. I want to come out and give it a shot. In the Hell, only one's own strength is the most reliable thing. No matter how many Inkstones you have, they are useless."

Elno, with his gray-white hair and an aura reeking of the Death Rules, sighed with emotion.

"He really does have it easy earning Inkstones. Think of me, Napote, who spent tens of thousands of years raising chickens just to barely scrape together 10,000 Inkstones, and he earns enough in a single day..."

Napote, who was listening to their bragging nearby, couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha, Napote, those are Hell Fire Phoenixes, not chickens from a material plane. Don't talk nonsense, you make it sound like you're a professional chicken farmer."

Lona chided him with a smile.

"To be fair, you really are quite unlucky. It took you tens of thousands of years to save up 10,000 Inkstones. Even if the tribe is corrupt, they shouldn't have given you so little, right?"

Simon couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Sigh, it breaks my heart to think about it. It's all because the tribe's steward was too greedy. Originally, the tribe leader promised that if we raised them well, he would give us, the full-time chicken farmers, 500 Inkstones every thousand years. After all, I could produce ten thousand Hell Fire Phoenixes every thousand years, and the tribe could sell each one for three Inkstones. It was only right for them to give us that little bit of hard-earned money."

"But that evil steward was always nitpicking. One moment he'd say my Hell Fire Phoenixes were too small and no one would buy them, the next he'd say I was lazy and many had run away. He was always finding excuses to deduct my Inkstones. Can you believe that sometimes I even had to pay him out of my own pocket?"

"Hahaha, Napote, you're too miserable. Isn't this what they call paying to work a black-market job?"

Fanny laughed out loud upon hearing this.

"Yeah, who's to say it isn't? Later on, I got smart. Every time the tribe leader distributed the Inkstones, I would give half to that steward. Although it was stifling, it saved me from him constantly finding trouble."

"I didn't expect you to be so clever, kid."

Lona patted Napote on the head and said.

"It wasn't like I had a choice. I saw others doing the same and he wouldn't bother them, so I followed suit. Sure enough, once he took the Inkstones, he went to harass those who didn't pay him tribute. Anyway, there are always new people in the tribe every year. As long as you pay him protection money on time, he won't find trouble. Just like that, relying on the long passage of time, I finally saved up enough Inkstones while still having a little left over."

"It hasn't been easy for you. It's all in the past now. From now on, no one will dare to extort you again, Napote, I, Simon, promise! Come, cheers."

Simon felt indignant hearing that his good friend had been bullied, but since he didn't know where he was at the time, he could only guarantee that he wouldn't be bullied in the future.

"Thank you, Simon. Cheers."

Napote was just a bit unlucky and had a soft personality, but he wasn't stupid. He could distinguish who was good to him and who had ulterior motives. He could feel Simon's goodwill, so he thanked him sincerely.

"We're brothers, why say thank you?"

Simon waved his hand, continuing to chat and drink with Napote while listening to Hamut and the others boast nearby.

At this moment, Elno could not refuse the group's enthusiasm and was forced to demonstrate how he refined Soul Golden Beads.

He took out a crystal ball filled with Saint Realm souls of various shapes. Using a special technique, he extracted one of these souls, utilized the Laws of Death to refine it into a wisp of soul essence, and then deposited this essence into another crystal ball.

By now, this crystal ball was already filled with soul essence.

Elno gripped the air with his right hand, and the soul essence filling the crystal ball began to rotate slowly in a bizarre manner. With every rotation, a large amount of impure soul essence was diluted and discarded.

At the same time, the remaining soul essence continued to rotate.

Elno repeated this process until, finally, the incredibly pure soul essence condensed into a golden bead two to three centimeters in diameter.

With that, a Hell-standard Soul Golden Bead was successfully refined.

Many people on the Metal Lifeform were seeing how Soul Golden Beads were refined for the first time, and they watched with rapt attention, Simon included.

"Brother Elno, what a skill."

Hamut was the first to offer praise.

The remaining Fiends also clapped and cheered.

"Indeed, with this craft under your belt, you can live quite comfortably in Hell."

Kenchi the merchant was also very interested in this technique, and he continued, "I wonder if Master Elno is interested in collaborating with me? I will provide enough Saint Realm souls, and you just need to handle the refining. When the Inkstones are sold, I will take thirty percent, and you take seventy percent. How about that?"

"If this were ten thousand years ago, I would certainly be interested, but now I have no such desire. I have decided to focus primarily on tempering myself to improve my strength. My apologies."

Elno politely declined.

"Is that so? That is truly a pity. If Master Elno ever becomes interested in the future, I, Kenchi, will always welcome you. The terms will remain the same as just now."

"We shall see, we shall see."

Elno merely responded with a casual brush-off.

At this point, Hamut also asked Elno, "Brother, do you have any spare Soul Golden Beads on you? Hehe, I'm planning to buy some."

"Oh? How many do you want to buy?"

"Ahem, Brother, look at how well we get along... could you sell them to your little brother here for a bit cheaper?"

"Haha, Hamut, so that's the game you're playing, you rascal. A discount isn't impossible; after all, we hit it off, and your strength is decent enough. How about this: I'll sell them to you at seventy percent of the price?"

Upon hearing this, Hamut was overjoyed. It turned out that his deliberate efforts to befriend Elno over the past few days were worth it; he had just saved nearly a third of the cost.

"That works! Thank you for looking out for me, Brother. Here is seven hundred thousand Inkstones; I'll take ten to start!"

As he spoke, Hamut couldn't wait to produce seven hundred thousand Inkstones and bought ten Soul Golden Beads from Elno on the spot.

These seven hundred thousand Inkstones were Hamut's entire net worth at the moment. But to increase his soul strength and prepare for emergencies, he was willing to go all out.

As for Elno, he wasn't a fool; he certainly knew what Hamut was thinking, but he didn't mind.

Based on his observations, although this Hamut had a slightly goofy personality and was a bit calculating, his strength was good and his character was decent. He was the type worth befriending, and Elno was happy to make a small investment.

In any case, he had plenty of Soul Golden Beads on him, and it was good to let them serve some other purpose.

The other Fiends, seeing such a good deal, clamored that they wanted to buy some too, but Elno said, "You can buy them if you want, I have plenty, but seventy thousand Inkstones per bead is a 'friend price.' If you want to buy them, you'll have to pay the original price."

Just kidding—Elno's refining of Soul Golden Beads was hard work; he wouldn't let others take advantage of him so easily.

The group immediately deflated upon hearing this. If they were willing to pay the original price, they would have bought them in the city long ago; there would be no need to wait until now. They weren't wealthy either, as Inkstones were hard to earn in Hell. The few they managed to save were barely enough for the daily maintenance of their divine artifacts and the purchase of other life-saving items. Where would they find extra Inkstones to spare?

At this moment, they couldn't help but envy Hamut. It turned out that being good at socializing was also a talent.

As for Napote and Lona, they had no intention of buying Soul Golden Beads from Elno at a discount, as Fanny had already given them dozens each previously, which was enough for them to use for a long time.

She even generously stated that she still had plenty, and they should just ask her if they needed more later.

Generally, a Midgod needs to use several hundred Soul Golden Beads to push their soul strength to the limit, at which point their soul would be two or three times stronger.

For a Highgod, the required quantity increases tenfold.

Therefore, even for the strong, Inkstones are highly coveted, as the improvement of strength in the early stages relies heavily on these external items.

Right now, Napote only felt that his bad luck had left him. These luxury treasures, which he wouldn't have even dared to dream of in the past, could now be eaten like beans.

At this moment, he felt very envious of Simon. Not only was the guy handsome and charismatic, but his cultivation talent was also top-tier, and he had managed to hook up with a beautiful and cute little rich girl. He was truly a winner in life.

However, Simon was very loyal; the Soul Golden Beads were originally intended to be provided by him, but Fanny had said she had plenty and covered it for Simon.

In Simon's own words:

"If you can use external items to improve your strength early, then do it as soon as possible. The path of the Fiend trials is not easy. It is best if everyone's strength improves so that we can look out for each other when we encounter danger."