"Then I'll give in to you two, big sisters. Let's have a good heart-to-heart today."
Lu Qiming obediently wrapped his arms around them. Following their coaxing, he began to have a deep heart-to-heart with them.
That night, after years of being single, Lu Qiming finally experienced the fiery passion of women in another world—their clingy tenderness and gentle hearts.
Early the next morning.
Lu Qiming emerged from the room feeling refreshed. The intimate night they'd shared had soothed, if only a little, the restless unease in his heart from suddenly arriving in this world.
Thinking about last night at the doorway, Lu Qiming couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face. Heh!
He'd been a little impulsive last night, completely bewitched by the two young women, but now that he was clearheaded, he didn't regret it. And after that heart-to-heart with the two of them, Lu Qiming felt that coming to this world and being chosen by the Class Inheritance System might not be so bad after all.
The road ahead might be full of endless slaughter and hardship, but at least he'd gained things he never would have dared dream of before. He'd lost some things, but gained others. And besides, he'd made it to the world he'd always dreamed of. What was there to feel down about?
"Big sisters, I'm off!"
Lu Qiming turned and smiled at the two women as they came out of the room, leaning on the wall and walking unsteadily.
"Mm. Qiming, be careful. Don't take risks in the Dungeon."
Tia could barely keep herself upright, her delicate face flushed red.
"Don't worry, Sister Tia. I know."
Lu Qiming smiled, then looked at them both. "You two should get some rest. Don't push yourselves."
"Mm, we know, you little brat!"
The two exchanged a glance, then smiled at Lu Qiming and chided him bashfully.
"Fine, fine. I'm off, then."
After making sure they were all right, Lu Qiming turned and headed outside. He hadn't even checked his upgraded stats last night, what with having that heart-to-heart with the two sisters. He also needed to buy a suitable weapon and bind it as his Soul Blade.
"Qiming! Your basin!"
Just then, Anya called out and tossed him the Stainless Steel Basin he'd left on the table.
"Thanks, Sister Anya!"
Lu Qiming caught the basin and set it on his head as he walked out.
Tia and Anya watched Lu Qiming leave. Leaning against the wall, they made their unsteady way to the table and sat down. Looking at each other's bedraggled state, they exchanged a helpless smile.
It seemed they'd underestimated their little brother. He was so strong! After keeping them busy all night, he'd still had enough energy this morning to get them up and put them through an hour of morning exercise!
The streets were bustling with people constantly on the move. Some were young women from the Tea Shop, worn out after a night of hard work. Leaning on each other, they queued outside a breakfast shop, planning to eat their fill, head home for a good sleep, and keep working hard at selling tea that night.
Other adventurers, carrying all kinds of weapons, were preparing to head into the Dungeon for a new day of Adventure. Ordinary people and demi-humans of all kinds were also hawking breakfast.
In the crowd, Lu Qiming carried a basket of steamed buns and headed toward the tallest tower in the distance.
Babel Tower, also known as the Tower of Babel, was said to be a towering structure that could communicate with heaven.
Whether Babel Tower could really communicate with heaven didn't matter to Lu Qiming. He was only here to buy a suitable weapon.
Standing before Babel Tower, Lu Qiming gazed curiously at the archway in front of him. The entrance was nearly ten meters tall, and the grounds around it—about the size of three or four soccer fields—were paved with golden glazed tiles. Dozens of jade-white pillars supporting the tower stood on the platform, each so thick that it would take more than ten people to wrap their arms around it.
"It really is a world with magic and gods!"
Lu Qiming gazed at the building in wonder. Even in his old world, constructing something like this would have taken countless workers and resources, not to mention all kinds of heavy machinery.
But what was machinery in this world?
Powerful adventurers had simply carried the building materials by hand and built this Tower of Babel, hailed as a miracle.
"Hey, are you going in or not? If not, quit blocking the way. Some bumpkin from who-knows-where, I bet!"
A scrawny adventurer cursed at Lu Qiming, then shoved him hard, trying to move the bumpkin out of the way.
"Huh! Why won't he budge?"
The scrawny man shoved Lu Qiming in the back with all his strength. He'd expected the bumpkin to fall flat on his face, giving him a chance to have a good laugh.
"What are you doing? Giving me a massage?"
Lu Qiming turned around in confusion, looking at the scrawny man who was pushing with all his might. His strength was so feeble, it wouldn't even make a decent massage.
"Gulp!"
The instant Lu Qiming turned around, the scrawny man nearly collapsed in terror. Beneath Lu Qiming's cold expression, his black eyes glimmered with faint red light. A palpable killing intent pressed down on the man.
"Sir, I just saw you standing here alone for so long and worried your back might be sore, so I thought I'd give you a massage!"
"Oh? Well, thank you very much."
Lu Qiming gave the scrawny adventurer a look, then turned and walked into Babel Tower. The man had only shoved him, probably just to mess with him. More importantly, Lu Qiming hadn't been hurt or sensed any killing intent.
He didn't plan to make a big deal of it. Of course, if the man had been acting with killing intent, Lu Qiming's instincts would have taken him out before he even had a chance to act.
On the lift, Lu Qiming quietly watched the scenery outside. His destination this time was the weapon shops on the seventh floor of Babel Tower. Apart from the top floor, where the gods lived, anyone could set up a business or shop in the rest of the building as long as they paid the fee.
A moment later, Lu Qiming stepped off the lift and looked around at the shops.
Countless exquisite weapons and suits of armor were displayed in the showcases, gleaming under the lights.
Lu Qiming continued deeper into the building, passing one lavishly decorated shop after another. During his heart-to-heart with Anya and Tia last night, he'd already asked them about the best weapon shop here.
At the end of the shopping street on the seventh floor, Lu Qiming stopped in front of a shop.
It was a weapon shop whose scale far surpassed all the others. A sign made of some unknown, deep-black stone hung above the entrance.
Hephaestus Familia Specialty Store.
"This is the one!"
Lu Qiming looked up at the shop before him. This was the place Anya and the others had told him about—the shop with the best weapons in Orario, run by the Familia of Hephaestus, the God of the Forge.
Lu Qiming was sure he'd find the weapon best suited to him here. If he couldn't find one here, then there'd be no point in visiting any other shop.
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