Fine.

From laborer straight to the star attraction of a high-end club?

Two little people were fighting in Su Li's mind.

The righteous little person said, "Su Li, you're a transmigrator. Have some backbone! How can you sell your looks like this?"

The practical little person kicked the righteous one away. "How much is backbone per pound? That's fifty Gold Coins! And she's a rich woman! You can skip fifty years of struggle without even trying!"

Su Li thought of the blackened straw mat from his previous life.

He thought of that spoiled steamed bun.

He thought of the humiliation of being chased down three streets by wild dogs just to snatch a bite of food.

To hell with backbone.

This lifetime, he was here to enjoy himself.

Besides.

He was a man.

Who was getting the worse end of this deal was still up for debate.

As long as the rich woman was good, three generations would have no worries.

That logic worked in another world too.

Su Li took a deep breath.

A look of grim determination—mixed with eager anticipation—appeared on his face.

"Deal."

Old Jack froze for a moment.

Then he burst into loud laughter.

"Good lad!"

"I like that shamelessness in you!"

"Come with me."

Half an hour later.

Inside a small house deep in Dark Alley.

The furnishings here were unexpectedly luxurious.

Thick wool carpets, fragrant mahogany furniture, and even a basin of smokeless charcoal burning away.

Compared with the filthy chaos outside, this place was practically paradise.

Su Li soaked in an enormous wooden tub.

The hot water covered his shoulders.

Every pore in his body was cheering.

This felt incredible.

For fifty years.

It was the first time he had ever taken a hot bath.

He held a loofah and scrubbed his skin hard.

Strips of black-gray grime fell off like noodles.

Su Li stood up and dried himself.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

This young body had become practically perfect under the optimization of the trait.

His muscle lines were smooth, neither exaggerated nor frail.

His skin was fair as the finest porcelain.

Was this a hidden benefit of the [Sword Brows Starry Eyes] trait?

Even his skin had been optimized?

He turned around and looked at the set of clothes on the bed.

They were Old Jack's treasured possessions.

Not the tight trousers and puffed sleeves common in the Orenda Kingdom.

Instead, they were a set of pure white silk robes.

They looked somewhat like Eastern Hanfu, yet incorporated some exotic designs.

The collar was cut very low.

The sleeves were broad and flowing.

Su Li picked them up and gave them a sniff.

There was no mildew smell, only a faint fragrance of incense.

"That old bastard really came prepared."

Su Li complained as he put the clothes on.

The smooth touch of silk against his skin was so comfortable that it made him want to sigh.

This was what living like a human felt like.

He walked to the mirror.

He casually swept his wet hair back.

Leaving only a few loose strands hanging over his forehead.

No hair gel or wax was needed.

That messy sort of beauty came naturally.

Su Li winked at his reflection.

The person in the mirror winked back.

"Tsk."

"If this were my previous life, I'd definitely be a top star."

"The kind who could make a living just by looking good and wouldn't need any talent at all."

Su Li adjusted his collar.

He pushed open the door.

And walked outside.

Old Jack was squatting by the door, smoking.

He held a cheap pipe in his hand, puffing away.

Hearing the door open.

He raised his head impatiently.

"Why are you taking so damn long over a bath..."

The words caught in his throat.

Old Jack's one eye suddenly widened.

He simply stood there, staring blankly at Su Li in the doorway.

The youth before him.

Dressed in white, fairer than snow.

With long hair black as ink.

In that dim alleyway, he seemed to carry his own light source.

That temperament.

Cold and noble, yet carrying a deadly allure.

As though...

As though one of those immortals from legend, untouched by worldly dust, had accidentally fallen into the mortal realm.

"My God..."

Old Jack muttered to himself.

He circled Su Li three times.

As if admiring a priceless treasure.

"This... this..."

Su Li was starting to get creeped out by his stare.

He took a step back.

"Old man, wipe your drool."

The moment Su Li spoke.

That cold, lofty aura instantly shattered.

Old Jack finally came back to his senses.

He rubbed his hands together hard.

A fanatical smile appeared on that terrifying face.

"Kid."

"You've struck it rich."

"So have I."

Old Jack suddenly leaned close to Su Li and lowered his voice.

He asked mysteriously:

"Are you an Easterner?"

Su Li's heart stirred.

An Easterner?

In this world, the East was an exceedingly mysterious and distant concept.

Legend said that gold covered the ground there, and everyone could fly through the skies and burrow through the earth.

The nobles of the Orenda Kingdom held an almost pathological worship and longing for the East.

Though he really had been an Easterner in his previous life.

Su Li said nothing.

He neither admitted it nor denied it.

He merely looked quietly at Old Jack with deep, unfathomable eyes.

That was called tacit admission.

It was also called playing it mysterious.

Old Jack slapped his thigh.

"I knew it!"

"Black hair, black eyes, skin this delicate."

"And the way these clothes look on you."

"You're absolutely an Eastern noble!"

Old Jack paced back and forth on the spot.

Muttering under his breath.

"No."

"This business needs changing."

"We can't sell you at an ordinary price."

"What is this?"

"This is a prince from the mysterious East who has fallen on hard times!"

"This is noble bloodline cast among the common folk!"

"This is the forbidden fruit those noblewomen dream of getting their hands on!"

Old Jack abruptly stopped.

He turned to look at Su Li.

His eye gleamed with the light of Gold Coins.

"Kid."

"Remember what I'm telling you."

"From now on, you're a prince who fled from a great Eastern nation."

"Your country was destroyed by an evil dragon. Burdened with national hatred and family vengeance, you wandered here."

"You're aloof, melancholic, and a man of few words."

"You're not here to sell yourself."

"You're here to seek the funds to restore your country."

Su Li listened in stunned silence.

Well, damn.

What a waste of talent for this old bastard not to write novels.

He was already setting up his character profile?

Restore a country? An evil dragon?

Wasn't this script a little too melodramatic?

And in the East.

Dragons were symbols of emperors!

But he had to admit, this script... was pretty exciting.

Those noble rich women with too much time and money might very well love this sort of thing.

Su Li thought about it.

Then nodded.

"Fine."