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*Roar*

*Shhhhshhh*

Various types of sounds emanated from the dark depths of the jungle, sending shivers down Kevin's spine as he sprinted toward the human settlement with all the speed he could muster.

"Shit, shit, shit! How far is it?" he cursed under his breath. He had been running for more than three hours, and he couldn't help but think that he should have already reached the edge of the jungle. He had been running faster than when he first entered, yet he was still running, scared out of his wits.

However, his frightened expression turned into a smile as he caught sight of some buildings. "Ah, finally, I'm out," he exclaimed, pushing himself to run even faster. Soon, he emerged from the jungle and into a village, gasping for breath. The presence of people around him indicated that he was now in a safe place.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he remembered that he had to go to the Cultivation Association to submit the mission materials and collect his reward. With this in mind, he made his way toward the Cultivation Association branch in the village. It was smaller than the one in the city and only had two stories. The place was bustling with activity, with many cultivators coming and going, some carrying heavy bags on their shoulders while others held boxes.

Approaching the entrance, Kevin asked the guard standing there, "Where do I submit the materials for missions?"

"Go to room number 12," the guard replied, his response seemingly routine.

"Thanks," Kevin said, expressing his gratitude before heading towards office number 12. However, when he reached what he expected to be a door, he was met with a closed window, devoid of any personnel. Standing in front of the window, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded.

"Please submit the mission slip."

Kevin was slightly taken aback by the unexpected setup but quickly placed his mission slip on the glass screen of the window, where the mechanical voice was originating from.

[Mission: Gather 6 hides of Vidar Boar.

Reward: Low-grade marrow-cleansing Potion.]

The voice recited the mission details, leaving Kevin shocked as he hadn't anticipated the reward to be a potion instead of money or units.

Still processing the surprise, Kevin was caught off guard when the mechanical voice spoke again. "Submit the required materials to receive the reward."

With a sense of bewilderment, he obediently placed the six black hides on the platform inside the window. The platform lowered, and another one emerged, this time with a small red-colored bottle atop it.

"Thanks for working with the Cultivation Association. Please collect your reward," the voice stated.

Kevin, still wearing a perplexed expression, picked up the potion and said, looking at its blood-like color, "Thanks."

As Kevin gazed at the potion, a bit of greed crossed his mind. He mumbled to himself, "Well, technically, I did all the boar-slaying. It's mine."

Yet, his conscience won, reminding him that she did help in the search. So, he opted to keep the potion but decided to tell her about it later, just to keep things square.

With this settled, he headed back to the hotel. After a much-needed shower, he flopped down on the bed with an exhausted sigh. Looking up at the ceiling, he casually said, "Alright, let's see the status."

[Status

Name :- Kevin Morison

Post: Store Owner

Store Level: Street Shop

Realm: None

STG : 22

AGI : 18

DEX : 18

STA : 20

CHM : 12

INT : 15

Attribute points : 0

Cultivation technique : Essence Harmonization Lv 1 (0.152%)(Divine)

Skills :  Active skills:- Soldier blade Lv 3 (4%), Yin Rising Hands Lv 1 (0.09%)

Passive skills :- Lust Aura Lv 1 (7%)

Omni tokens :- 16700]

Kevin examined his skills, and a smile crept across his face as he noticed his Soldier Blade had advanced to level three. However, when he scanned his overall status, not much had changed—just marginal increases in stamina and dexterity.

His stagnant stats left him pondering. To boost them, he needed to engage in sexual activity, but not just with anyone; it had to be a fellow cultivator to maximize the yin qi intake.

"Well, Keith could be an option, but she seems to like the taste of fish more than the sausages," he muttered, recalling her unusual preferences.

Kevin briefly considered ordering a prostitute from the hotel's service, but fatigue prevailed over his desires. A good night's sleep seemed like a better choice.

And soon he was in dream world and wasn't even aware of someone entering the room and looking at him. 

**********

"hey bitch date's this guy for me?" Natalie leaned over, her face beaming with excitement, showing a picture of Kevin to a black-haired girl with streaks of violet in her hair. The girl's hair had this funky style with two horn things on the back of her head, circled by those cool violet strands. Her eyes were striking with that violet tint, probably from some fancy contacts. She had these sharp corners in her eyes from some bold black eyeliner, giving her this goth queen vibe. Plus, she rocked pink plump lips and a choker around her neck, adding to her whole mysterious charm.

The girl, Key, took a look at Kevin's picture and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Nah, he's just too bland for my taste."

Natalie, getting a bit frustrated, explained, "Come on, Key, just go on a date with him. He's a brother of my girlfriend."

Key raised an eyebrow, a bit suspicious of her sister's motives. "And what if I got, what's in it for me? And don't tell me you're doing this for that muscle-bound lady. She's not exactly rolling in dough. Why are you so eager to help her?"

Natalie, with a sly grin on her face, responded, "Well, that's precisely why I'm asking you to date him. His sister might be a bit clueless and not loaded, but he's a cultivator. Besides, that dumb girl promised to help me start cultivating if I introduce her brother to a girl." Natalie's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she continued, "And if he can help me become a cultivator, you can bet he'll do the same for you if you became his girlfriend, Key."

With a hint of curiosity in her previously bored eyes, Key pondered for a moment before responding.