Helping Piccolo

In the restaurant, a young man was feeding another young man, drawing the attention of quite a few diners.

After all, it was a little strange, wasn't it?

And under all those stares, Piccolo's face reddened, making him seem quite shy.

In truth, he was not that old either—only twenty-one. In Lucky's previous life, he would have merely been considered a grown boy.

After finishing the meal, Piccolo thanked him once again and said that he would pay him back for it.

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Next, they still needed to go to the bookstore and ask around.

However, Lucky stopped him.

"If you need a job, you could try becoming a referee at Heavenly Arena," Lucky suggested.

"Is that possible?" Piccolo asked.

He had come here only because he had heard that as long as one climbed high enough in Heavenly Arena, they would never have to worry about food or shelter again.

Since fighting was the only thing he knew how to do, he had come here without hesitation.

He was not someone pursuing martial arts for its own sake.

Lucky brought Piccolo back to Heavenly Arena.

He still did not take him to Conrad Bookstore.

That bookstore was quite famous in Keli City, and many people had once received help there.

And the Conrad Family, a Mafia family, had now become one of the most powerful Mafia groups in Keli City precisely because of that bookstore.

Or rather, because of the woman named Julia Conrad.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about that bookstore itself, but in Keli City, it was a place of order—perhaps even a place of learning.

At that bookstore, one could find work that would sustain their livelihood.

They could also learn to read and write there, broadening their knowledge.

The Conrad Family had grown through this kind of "sponsorship."

There were ordinary people in the bookstore, as well as many competitors like Piccolo who struggled in Heavenly Arena.

And there would always be people who stood out. Some of those people would join the Conrad Family, while others, even if they did not join, would choose to lend a hand in certain matters.

It was a method of winning people over. Of course, in a world and environment like this, it could still be considered a good deed.

After all, even the Phantom Troupe would engage in charity work in the future.

Generally speaking, if someone possessed a certain degree of strength and chose to earn compensation through their own labor, it showed something of their character. When such people joined the Conrad Family, they also brought changes to the family.

But certain fundamental things would not change. The Mafia's three major industries—prostitution, gambling, and drugs—would all be involved.

After returning to Heavenly Arena and making some inquiries, Lucky discovered that becoming a referee was not as simple as he had imagined.

The main issue was that there were already many lower-level referees, with few rotations and even fewer openings.

Some referees also lacked ambition and had no desire to be promoted, since promotion meant greater danger.

And Piccolo's strength was only at the level of a lower-tier referee.

Of course, if Lucky insisted, Piccolo could still become a referee at Heavenly Arena.

Before Lucky could make a decision, Piccolo directly refused.

"Sorry to trouble you. I'll find a job myself."

"Jobs here aren't easy to find." The business around Heavenly Arena was overly developed, which had greatly affected commerce in the surrounding areas of Keli City. Other than martial arts schools and the like, little else was thriving.

Finding a job here was very difficult.

Could he only let Piccolo join the Conrad Family?

"In your current state, I'm afraid no one would hire you."

A bitter expression appeared on Piccolo's face. That was indeed a problem.

"Since you need a job, then work for me," Lucky decided to offer Piccolo a position.

Piccolo did not look happy. Instead, he asked, "Why are you helping me? Even if you say we're somehow fated, we've only met three times, haven't we?"

"I helped because I wanted to. If I really had to give a reason, your earlier actions would count as one. Even though you didn't actually manage to help me... perhaps I just want there to be a few more good people in this world."

Lucky spoke those words as he thought.

Reborn into this world and possessing extraordinary power, Lucky did not have some great love for all mankind, but whenever the opportunity arose, he had still done some good deeds.

"I'm not a good person," Piccolo said with a complicated expression.

"Forget it. You don't need to think so much about it. Just tell me whether you want to work for me or not," Lucky asked directly.

"What kind of job is it?" Piccolo needed this job.

"It's nothing difficult, but I can only provide you with lodging and three meals. There's no salary," Lucky made that clear first.

"I'm already very satisfied with all this."

Lucky then told Piccolo about the job he had for him.

It really was a very simple job.

He was to learn about the various aspects of Keli City—in simple terms, gather information.

As for why Lucky needed it, it was because he was planning to do something.

Despite the prosperity brought by the Heavenly Arena, Keli City was still far too "chaotic."

He was not some training fanatic. He wanted to change a few things too.

Otherwise, he would not have Phoenix fly around every day, using its eyes to learn about the city.

After all, this was his living environment. He still hoped it could become a little more stable.

Of course, he also had a few other ambitions, but it was not yet time to speak of them. He had to take things one step at a time.

Though the task was to gather all kinds of information, Piccolo, who had never done anything like this before, was rather at a loss.

And he could not read.

"Then start with how many martial arts schools there are in Keli City, what styles they teach, how many students they have, and so on." Lucky had no intention of making him tackle the hardest tasks right away.

"I understand!" Piccolo immediately prepared to get to work.

"Wait a moment." Lucky promptly stopped him.

He really was far too impatient.

Lucky first got Piccolo a meal card at a large cafeteria on the twenty-fifth floor, then found him a place to stay on the eighteenth floor.

He then told him where he lived and set a time to meet each day. Piccolo was free to arrange the rest of his time as he pleased.

Piccolo believed that this simple job was Lucky's way of kindly helping him.

That night, after returning to his room, Lucky did not rush into training.

Instead, he reflected on himself.

Before long, he arrived at a goal: to become the one in control of the Heavenly Arena.

Of course, at this stage, he still did not know exactly how to accomplish that.

The Nen Ability he possessed made him confident that he would have no major problems surviving in this world. He could even live quite comfortably.

But he was not content with that.

Even the Dark Continent was not his ultimate goal. What he sought were even more unknown mysteries.

But all of that required strength to support it.

Because of what he had experienced, he believed that becoming stronger was not something that could be achieved through mere arduous training.

He needed more "strength."

To put it in more cultivation-oriented terms, he needed Wealth, Companions, and Location.

Lucky's mindset began to change. He had once possessed only a vague goal, but now it had become far more precise.