Qin Ran did not answer Lawless's question.
Instead, he copied Lawless and took a deep drag on the cigar. After a faint, tart bitterness, a rich sweetness burst across his tongue.
Then Qin Ran opened his mouth and exhaled the smoke.
The cigar's distinctive aroma drifted into his nose, and Qin Ran narrowed his eyes in contentment.
A complete amateur like Qin Ran naturally knew nothing about cigars.
But that did not stop him from learning to enjoy them.
For men-or, more accurately, from the time they were boys-tobacco was always somewhere in sight as they grew up.
Whether they embraced it gladly or stubbornly resisted it.
They would always catch glimpses of it.
Some choked on the smoke, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
Some choked on it and came to loathe it.
Everyone made their own choice.
But whatever that choice was, it did nothing to diminish the special place cigars held among tobacco products.
Qin Ran had already begun to acquire a taste for them.
At least, Lawless had introduced him to the idea of a cigar room, and he was somewhat interested.
Of course, you could also call it a smoking room.
Qin Ran would not argue, just as he did not argue when Lawless spoke again.
"I still haven't figured out what that curse is, but I tested it several times earlier. It doesn't seem to affect other objects or living things. It's fixated on you alone-2567, stay away from that thing. Once Artisan finishes the socketing, go straight back to your game room. That's the safest place!"
Lawless's tone was grave.
Qin Ran nodded silently.
Not because of Lawless's grave tone, but because the facts were indisputable.
A curse.
Even among players with all manner of bizarre abilities, it was not something anyone