Blade of Tyranny

Nie Fan checked out the stats of the Skill Tome.

[Energy Blast (level 1): Finisher skill, only useable when Morphed. Unleashes all Rage and Chain points when Rage is 30 or above, deals damage and Dizzy to all units within a circular area of 3 yards radius. Higher Rage and Chain points deals higher damage. Lasts 5 seconds.]

It was a melee skill used when Morphed and seemed to have some fine effects including a rather long Dizzy period. Still, its offensive effect was yet known, and it appeared to be the strengthened version of a rare skill.

And the rarer the skill, the stronger the advantage during PK since the opponent would have less chance of encountering it before, and therefore would get hit more easily.

In terms of market value, a skill such as Energy Blast would fetch at least twenty thousand bronze coins.

Moreover, possessing strong skills is vital to future development—Nie Fan certainly would not be so foolish to sell it on the markets. With a flick from his right hand, the Skill Tome turned into a streak of white light, and another skill was added to his skill bar.

Meanwhile, the village NPCs had promptly focused on urgent rebuilding. The quests, EXP, and money they rewarded would be more generous during this time, but Nie Fan had no interest in them at all. His current objective was to get up to Level 25, earn some money to Soulbind the Gauntlet Swords and then purchase the exclusive set of Cyan Bronze Level 25 equipment. When that was done, his ability would clearly rise to the next level.

Players began to enter the game when news of Tajit Village’s successful defense was posted on the game’s main page. All of them went to Solamu to claim their Honor points, with those achieving less earning just dozens while some earning hundreds, along with a few being promoted as Second-class Citizens.

“Damn! That Dark Night dude actually got over two thousand Honor Points!” One of the players exclaimed in awe when he saw the statistics. While chatting with Solamu, he had also opened the Honor points leaderboard in Tajit Village, which grandly revealed Nie Fan at first place.

“He has already reached Brave Warrior!”

Aside from Nie Fan topping the rankings and reaching Brave Warrior, everyone beneath in rankings reached Second-class Citizens at best. There wasn’t even one First-class Citizen!

Nie Fan smiled as he listened to everyone debate away, and then saw that it was time to go offline. The studio’s daily quest for the day was to pay one hundred bronze coins too, and he put it into the mailbox before logging out of the game.

Taking off his headgear, he climbed out of bed, washed up and made breakfast.

“Morning.” Lin Xinyan left her room in a light-blue sleeping gown, her messy hair giving her a laid-back look as she did not have time to tidy up yet.

“Morning.” Nie Fan nodded, unable to resist casting her a few extra glances.

He must say that she was especially scintillating at the moment. There was an alluring sensation in her purity, but Nie Fan quickly threw away the thought when the two words ‘extraordinary beauty’ crossed his mind. He could not help but make a pained smile then—he really couldn’t tell what Uncle Lin was thinking having him take care of Lin Xinyan, hadn’t he heard of the phrase ‘fox guarding the henhouse’?

Even if Nie Fan had incredible self-control, he was still a healthy youth, not to mention that Lin Xinyan showed no cautiousness at all, dressing as she preferred around the house just like right now, covered in nothing but one inviting sleeping gown. Nie Fan could faintly discern the voluptuous, pronounced figure beneath that gown, his dormant heart now gently tickled.

“What are we having? Porridge?” Lin Xinyan then asked as she scrounged around the kitchen, looking for leftovers in the refrigerator.

“Let’s have kneaded noodles.” Nie Fan said after some thought, taking out a bag of flour bought yesterday from the kitchen cabinet.

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“A little. But you’ll have to put up with it if you don’t like it.” Nie Fan smiled. He often cooked for himself back home, including the occasional noodles meal and therefore was quite skilled.

He poured the flour into a stainless-steel bowl and started stirring.

Lin Xinyan watched him while leaning on a marble kitchen counter, giggling as she rested her chin on her hands. “Nie Fan, you really can do everything: acupuncture, massage, basketball, even noodles. Any girl marrying you is going to have a blissful life.”

Nie Fan could not help showing a pained smile at her words. Any girl would probably be running away if they knew about his family background—he knew a lot of things, but that was because his life forced him to! Not that he thought highly of those skills either.

As he turned to look at Lin Xinyan, he suddenly found that she was lying over the counter, her loose sleeping gown hanging down, the deep cleavage underneath clearly visible along with delicate, dazzling whiteness.

Lin Xinyan followed his gaze and looked down, her face promptly turning scarlet as she quickly stood up.

“You… I…” Lin Xinyan awkwardly tried to speak but didn’t know what to say as butterflies fluttered over her stomach. Even if Nie Fan had seen her in all her naked glory from head to toe before, she wasn’t as nervous as she was now.

“I saw nothing.” Nie Fan kept a straight face and continued stirring the flour. Lin Xinyan was wearing an inner dress as well, but it wasn’t exactly thick.

He had clearly just exposed his own denial, leaving Lin Xinyan both embarrassed and irritated, and barely calming herself.

“Right, you’ve been to Yinhai for some time, so you probably don’t have a lot of money left. I got an advance pay from my cousin as your month’s salary—he said you’ve done well and should keep working hard.”

Nie Fan carefully considered what she was saying. Were those words her own or Lin Quan’s? Didn’t Lin Quan hold him in slight disdain?

“My cousin’s actually a nice guy. He’s just a little serious sometimes—but he does treat others fairly.” Lin Xinyan said as she tried to pass him the money.

“I’ll receive it when I’ve worked the month in full.” Nie Fan calmly shook his head.

“It’s alright. By now, you must have spent almost all the money you brought when you came here from Ningdong. You could just use this money for the time being.”

“No. It’s a matter of principle—please return it.” Nie Fan shook his head. In his perspective, earning money from the studio by working for them was only too reasonable since he had completed every task assigned by them. On the other hand, taking a month’s worth of salary in advance despite having labored only for three days was essentially being given alms, and he absolutely wouldn’t accept it.

“You’re braindead, Nie Fan. I don’t care anymore.” Lin Xinyan stamped her feet in irritation, before turning and going back to her room. Nie Fan watched her leave with a pained smile, and understood that she was being kind. Even so, he could not accept it, and though he may still be impoverished at the moment, he is convinced that he would succeed soon enough: after playing Blade of Tyranny, he thought that he had found a direction to strive for. Whatever happens, he must not allow others to look down upon him