บท 6: First Tutorial Quest (5)
Chapter 6 – First Tutorial Quest (5)
Miaomiao paused. He peered at the waiter with the corner of his eyes, "What?"
"Nothing, sir. Go ahead. Enjoy the beer."
"You didn't mix poison in the beer, do you?"
"Please. Stop with the baseless accusation. I'm just an honest worker here. Poisoning a customer will ruin my career! Why should I do that?" Despite saying that, the waiter still had the smug grin and the laughing eyes.
Miaomiao turned around and glared at the waiter, "What's your cultivation base?"
"Pardon?"
"What's your strength? Muscle tampering?"
"Err, I'm just a 1st stage cultivator like you, sir…"
"What level?"
"Level … err … five, sir."
Miaomiao's face twitched. He didn't know if the waiter lied, or the guy was really stronger than him.
"You drink it."
"Err, pardon, sir?"
"I said, you drink it!"
The waiter hesitated. He dragged his feet a couple steps backward and shook his head, "No, sir. I can't drink that."
"Why not?"
"That's … er. I just can't, sir!"
"Oh? But I insist!"
The waiter's face changed. His gentle expression distorted, "Please don't push your luck, sir! You can't just force me to drink that."
"Then, why is it that you can't drink my beer?"
"That's none of your business, sir," The waiter finally lost his temper.
"Oho?"
Miaomiao stood up and walked toward the waiter, but the latter suddenly drew a short knife and pointed at the former.
"Now, give me all your money, and we'll spare your life… SIR."
Instead of getting intimidated, Miaomiao chuckled.
'Ah, he's really a villain mob. These people usually have impaired intelligence in novels, but they can be extra stupid when they are getting too greedy.'
Miaomiao liked what he saw. Just like when he conversed with Qing Yong and their friends, his eyes curved up while his smiling mouth became crescent. It was an evil smile, "So, you've revealed your true color. What's in the beer, then?"
"I see that you're a newbie in this town. Spirit drinks can only be taken by 2nd stage cultivators or above. A weakling like you will just simply die upon drinking it. Since you're stupid enough to order an overpriced beer, you should be obedient and give us your money, so you won't get robbed by other cruel bastards, sir. Well, I should be calling you a SLAVE instead of SIR, now."
Five meters next to Miaomiao's table, ten cultivators with ragged clothes had been eyeing Miaomiao's gold for a while. They stood up and abandoned their long table to encircle Miaomiao. One of them closed the entrance door and locked it, trapping the transmigrator inside the building. However, there was another cultivator customer who was in the tavern bar as well.
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The chairs and table set in this tavern were no ordinary. The tables are sculpted tree stumps with a smooth surface and a hollowed area for leg space. The chairs were also tree stumps with cushions, but they were smaller and shorter.
Customers could move them around, but they were still heavy for ordinary people. The lightest table in this tavern weighed 80kg while each chair was 30kg on average.
Yet, one man had relocated one set of table and chair to the corner of the tavern, so he could sit by himself. He had been there since morning, before Miaomiao's arrival.
A lone short elderly man with silver hair and braided full beard was enjoying several bottles of middle-grade whiskey. His rough skin, short stature, big hands, and messy body hair looked like a dwarf from a western fantasy novel more than a Chinese cultivator, but he wore white robe uniform of the Mountain Goose Sect.
Luo Cheng, the dwarf elder, glanced at the commotion and scoffed in annoyance.
"A bunch of 2nd stage gangsters bullying a 1st stage rookie. These losers always appear every year. Time to clean up some parasites."
Luo Cheng stood up and pulled his giant smith hammer from his spatial ring, planning to rescue Miaomiao. But when the dwarf saw a glimpse of sinister light within Miaomiao's eyes, he raised his eyebrows in amusement.
The dwarf sat down and picked another whiskey bottle to chug it.
"Hohoho! They've run into a psychopath this time. Go ahead, boy. Show me what you can do. Their heads are yours."
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'A broad daylight robbery in the freaking city. They don't give a crap about laws and order at all, do they?'
Miaomiao sighed. He wasn't worried about the knife, but he worried about the ten men. Fighting an armed man was already difficult, but fighting ten men at once was an impossible task even for an ex-professional MMA fighter like him.
At first, Miaomiao wanted to beat the hell out of the waiter but the situation changed when many men got involved.
Miaomiao grabbed the beer bottle, planning to smash it with the corner of the table to make a sharp-edge melee weapon and fight to the death.
As soon as Miaomiao picked up the beer, the system interrupted him.
<<Ding>>
<<You have obtained a low-grade spirit beer.>>
<<You can drink this beer and obtain 40 yang qi.>>
Miaomiao paused.
'Huh? Won't I be poisoned?'
<<You cannot be poisoned by ordinary qi.>>
'Hmm. So, what's the use of yang qi?'
<<You will need them to cultivate in the future. However, as you are under the grace of the first month protection period, you can exchange your collected yang qi for emergency service.>>
<<Current service – Two Minutes of Super Perception Boost: 1,000 Yang Qi.>>
'Just one service?'
<<Please complete more quests to unlock more perks and services.>>
The service fee was expensive, but it might be useful against 11 people in the tavern. Miaomiao sighed in regret that he had to spend the newly acquired energy so soon.
'Easy comes, easy goes. Use it, system. Give me the buff!'
<<Affirmative!>>
<<You have spent 1,000 strands of yang qi.>>
<<You currently have 300 strands of yang qi.>>
<<Your overall strength and power output has been increased to 2nd stage level 1 for 2 minutes.>>
<<Tutorial Hint: This skill can be learned if you practice the Demonic Body Strengthening Technique. You can buy this technique manual after you've completed more tutorial quests.>>
Miaomiao could sense burning energy circulating throughout his body as if hot water was flowing inside him. Time flow around Miaomiao became slower, and his perception range expanded.
Looking around him, Miaomiao laughed in his mind, 'This feels like I'm a spiderman. Hell, I can even see a fly from far away!'
Exhilarated by the system's buff, he chugged the cold beer.
<<You have acquired 20 strands of life qi.>>
<<Unable to store life qi in the host's dantian. Proceeding to convert life qi into yang qi.>>
<<You have acquired 40 strands of yang qi.>>
As soon as the waiter and the 10 gangsters saw that Miaomiao drank the beer, their jaws dropped in astonishment. A few seconds later, they sneered and laughed.
"Hey, he's committing suicide!"
"Oh, since you can't fight, you decide to kill yourself. How considerate of you!"
The waiter also lowered his knife and waited to see how Miaomiao would die by qi deviation or qi poisoning.
But when the last drop of beer entered Miaomiao's throat, he swung the empty bottle at the waiter's head.
*PLANK*
The glass bottle shattered! Miaomiao rotated the broken bottle grip and thrust the sharp edge into the waiter's neck. The broken glass severed the latter's artery
'Nothing personal. If I don't kill you, I'll die.'
Like a cornered dog, he decided to kill for his survival. Yet, he couldn't stop his evil smile.
While Miaomiao's eyes curved up, he glanced at the ten burly men, who were surrounding him by all sides. He marked their current positions in his mind.
Then, Miaomiao pulled the broken bottle from the waiter's neck. Blood gushed out from the severed artery and splashed on his face.
The waiter was still staring at Miaomiao in shock while his body lost strength. He fell on the floor and dropped the short knife.
"BASTARD!"
The ten thugs drew their weapons and charged at Miaomiao!
Miaomiao picked the waiter's knife by the edge and threw it towards one of the thugs.
*FWOOSH*
*POEK*
The knife got stuck into a thug's left eye, "AAAAHHHH!!"
As soon as Miaomiao finished throwing the knife, he grabbed the stump chair that he had sat with his available hand and lifted it.
Normally, his weak arm and untrained muscle shouldn't be able to lift a 30kg chair with one hand. The system boosted his physical strength burst output, which enabled him to pick it up. Still, Miaomiao could feel the weight.
Miaomiao threw the tree stump toward two thugs, who stood next to each other.
One thug reacted to the flying chair. He leaped to the left and dodged the oncoming tree stump, but the other one failed to avoid it.
The stump slammed on his face, broke his nose, and cracked his skull. He was crushed under the weight of the dried wood and fell on the floor, losing his consciousness.
Two thugs were out of commission. Eight remained.
One of the gangsters was faster than the others. They reached Miaomiao and raised a saber up high, planning to cut the latter into two.
Miaomiao detected the incoming strike from the corner of his eyes. From his perspective, the slash was as slow as a YouTube clip in 0.25x speed.
He took one step backward and rotated his shoulder, moving away from the motion path. The strike missed Miaomiao and landed where he had stood.
Now, the saber thug revealed an opening. He showed his back to Miaomiao.
The broken bottle edge in Miaomiao's hand found its way into the back of the saber thug's neck.
*SWUA*
Miaomiao didn't pull out the broken beer bottle this time. Behind him, three thugs with thin swords pincered him.
Three swords went for Miaomiao's chest and neck!
This was the hard part of fighting many people at once. One could get surrounded and attacked by many opponents at the same time.
"Tsk!"
Miaomiao dragged the saber guy and turned around, using him as his shield. Two thin swords stabbed into the injured thug's chest, but the other one missed Miaomiao's face by half a centimeter.
Two more thugs caught up with the other three. They raised their sabers and tried to chop Miaomiao.
Miaomiao snatched the dead thug's saber that he had just used as a shield and threw him to the three swordsmen. He disengaged and kicked the ground, rushing at the two new enemies with sabers.
Before the two sabers could come down and hack him, Miaomiao's shoulder tackled one of the saber users and knocked him off balance. The latter fell on the floor on his butt.
Miaomiao gripped his saber hilt with two hands as if he was holding a baseball bat. He turned away from the tackled man and swung his saber, aiming at his next target's abdomen.
*SWUA*
The saber user's belly was sliced open, and his intestines slipped out of his stomach. The guy dropped his saber in panic and tried to shove them back inside.
But Miaomiao was merciless. He turned around and sent a thrust kick toward the saber user's chest.
*PEOK*
The opened belly man got kicked away. He failed to recover his innards and fell unconscious from the shock.
Miaomiao's hands were not idle. They swung his saber at the guy who he had just tackled and fell on the floor.
*SWUA*
A head was lopped off from the owner's neck, and a fountain of blood splashed on Miaomiao's face and body again.
After killing three saber users, five thugs remained.
Miaomiao turned around and faced the remaining enemies. His back was now clear from danger.
The evil smile and the blood on Miaomiao's face sent chills to the survivors' spines. His eyes always curved upward while his smile distorted into a crescent shape.
Moreover, the sinister dark light in Miaomiao's eyes didn't belong to someone who had never killed a person. It was the face of a lunatic who got addicted to killings and combats.
"Who's next?"
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DamnPlotArmor Sorry for the late chap. Here it is UwU
For the "Quest Content", it will come in chapter 9-10.
บท 7: First Tutorial Quest (6)
Chapter 7 – First Tutorial Quest (6)
= 30 Years Ago, Modern World =
In a trial courtroom, a 30-year-old man was standing in a trial box in front of a judge throne. A white hair Asian woman in her mid-50s sat on the top seat, reading the documents before her. Behind the defendant, a family of a deceased victim glared at the man with hatred.
The man's lawyer leaned back to his seat and relaxed. He was confident that his client would never be punished in this case. Yet, he gave the prosecutor, who was glancing at him with a frown, with an apologetic smile.
The judge woman was astonished after she had read the prosecutor's presented document and the details.
"Why did you kill him, Mao Miaomiao?" The judge glanced at the man, the 30-year-old Mao Miaomiao.
Miaomiao was beamed with a bright smile. He feinted innocence.
"It wasn't intentional. People can die in the rings, your honor."
"But this is the 12th fighter that died in the rings with you as their common opponent. Isn't it too strange?"
"Not at all," Miaomiao laughed, "Anything can happen in the ring, your honor."
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= Present =
Slicing a few men gave Mao Miaomiao a nostalgic feeling. It felt similar to when he punched his opponents to the chest and made their hearts stop beating. It gave him a similar sense of accomplishment.
The lost sadistic nature of Mao Miaomiao resurfaced after he hadn't had a chance to fight for decades. In the modern world, he was banned from entering official rings.
But in this world, he could kill!
Looking at helpless injured men and dead bodies exhilarated him.
"It's been a while… this adrenaline."
Miaomiao used to get addicted to the adrenaline rush when he was a pro-MMA fighter. Although his logic reminded him that battles in this world were dangerous, his inner-self wanted to go on a rampage and draw more blood from his enemies.
His leaked murderous aura overwhelmed the five remaining thugs.
"I-Isn't he supposed to be a 1st stage noob? H-How can a muscle tampering realm kill 2nd stage fighters!?"
"How should I know!? I'm sure he was just a 1st stage noob a minute ago!"
"Use qi attack! If we don't use it, we'll die here!"
"B-But spending our hard-earned yang qi strands…"
"You can gather them later! If you don't want to die, use them!"
Five 2nd stage warriors drew qi from their dantian and distributed them to their skeleton frames. All of a sudden, these men emitted colorful aura around their bodies.
Miaomiao raised his eyebrows, doubting his eyes.
"I'm not hallucinating, am I, system?"
<<No, you're not.>>
"Then, can you tell me what they are doing?"
<<Your opponents have used a similar enhancement skill that you are using. However, your speed and power are still superior to them.>>
<<A reminder, the skill effect can only last one more minute.>>
"Hmm."
Miaomiao kicked the ground and dashed toward the nearest enemy. It was a tall man who stood at the right edge of the five-man single line formation, 5 meters away from Miaomiao's position.
The tall man hadn't finished circulating his yang qi into his bones and muscle yet. He widened his eyes in panic as he failed to react.
*SWUA*
A second after Miaomiao leaped forward, a bloody saber sliced the tall man's chest. The blade cut through his rib cages, lungs, and heart like tofu even though the tall man had reinforced them with his qi.
"Shit!"
The four remaining thugs spread out to surround Miaomiao again. Even with their half-finished buff, their speed got 50% faster.
Miaomiao squinted his eyes as he noticed the sudden increase in their speed. He jumped backward to avoid the encirclement.
Two thugs who failed to get behind Miaomiao lost their patience. They charged at him on the front.
Miaomiao used the same trick. He grabbed two stump chairs and hurled it at the pursuers, but he dashed after one of the chairs.
One of the two chasing thugs dodged the stump by retreating backward.
*POEK*
The other thug hacked the stump with his sword to block it. The wood was cut in half, and it didn't hurt him. But Miaomiao's crescent smile and his smug eyes appeared before him. The adrenaline junkie gave the thug a nightmarish smile as a parting gift.
*SWUA*
That demonic smiley face became the thug's last imprinted memory as his head was hacked by Miaomiao's saber. The blade lodged into his skull and cut a portion of his brain.
Miaomiao attempted to yank the saber out, but it got stuck in the skull of his victim.
"DIE!!"
Three men slashed their swords at Miaomiao while the latter was busy pulling his saber.
Miaomiao let go of his hands and ran a few steps backward. Their swings missed him.
"Hahahaha!"
Miaomiao turned his back to his enemies and ran to the bar counter, where the tavern had stored many liquors, wines, and various products.
Three angry thugs chased after Miaomiao with their full speed. They didn't care if they had to destroy the tavern to kill this young man.
*BOOM*
As the fight was reaching its climax, the sole spectator, Luo Cheng, leaped from his seat and landed between Miaomiao and the surviving three men.
"ENOUGH!!"
The elder glared at the three men. Yet, his right hand seized Miaomiao's collar cloth, stopping the transmigrated psychopath from reaching the bar counter.
Miaomiao was helpless under the grip of this old dwarf. Even though the latter only held his collar cloth, the aura from the Luo Cheng's hand disabled his system buff and his ability to move.
For the first time, Miaomiao encountered a master.
Unbeknownst to Miaomiao, The old man didn't want to prevent the fight or save any life. Instead, he cared for the precious wines, whiskey, and alcohol beverage that were stored behind the bar. If the fight continued any further, the tavern might be destroyed.
"I'VE BEEN DRINKING HERE FOR HOURS, AND YOU, WEI CLANSMEN, ARE BULLYING THE WEAK AGAIN!! AS THE DISCIPLINARY ELDER OF THE MOUNTAIN GOOSE SECT, Y'ALL UNDER ARRESTED!!"
The thugs protested, "But he killed our friends first!"
"THIS BRAT WOULDN'T HAVE KILLED YOUR FRIENDS IF YOUR GOONS HADN'T HAD TRIED TO ROB HIM!! IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR SETTING UP THIS TAVERN TO SCAM RANDOM TRAVELERS!!"
"Screw you! Our clansmen aren't scared of the Xu Clan's bootlicker!"
"FOOL!" As if the Luo Cheng could teleport, he reappeared behind the three thugs.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Sound of the three palm strikes echoed through the tavern after the teleportation as Luo Cheng's attack speed surpassed the speed of sound. He hit the three thugs with a palm to their chests, which destroyed their hearts and spines from the inside.
The gangsters fell on the ground. No more robber could lift a sword in this tavern. However, behind the bar, ordinary workers huddled together and trembled. They didn't want to get in the way of these ruthless cultivators.
Luo Cheng walked to the bar and tossed two spirit stones at the workers, "Here is the compensation for the damage and corpse cleaning fees. Sorry for the trouble."
The dwarf didn't let his hand off Miaomiao. He dragged the lunatic outside of the tavern and tossed him on the street.
"Ouch! What's the big deal!? I'm the victim, you know!?"
Miaomiao wasn't happy that this old dwarf interrupted his fun time. He had always dreamt that he could get himself into an exciting fight that he could kill his opponents without worrying about laws and consequences.
During the time when Miaomiao encountered Qing Yong and his goons, he couldn't hide his sinister thoughts, which reflected through his smiling eyes and the sneers when he conversed with Qing Yong. He wanted to kill them, but he was afraid of eyewitnesses and consequences.
And just a minute ago, Miaomiao wanted to continue killing. There were not many chances that he could let loose.
Unfortunately, the dwarf wasn't as naïve as Qing Yong, Qing Gui, Wei Feng, or Wei Huang. He could see through Mao Miaomiao's character by just observing the latter's facial expression, eyes, and demeanor. Miaomiao's previous action in the tavern reeked the smell of a combat junkie or a sadistic murderer.
Miaomiao couldn't fool this old man this time.
"Ungrateful brat! I've just saved your life! You should be thanking me that I stepped in and killed those goons for you! Don't you know that the Wei Clan can read the dead's memory? They will be able to find your face, and they will hunt you down to the end of the Goose Plane!"
That was a lie. The dwarf didn't care for Miaomiao. He cared for his favorite alcoholic beverage in this tavern. Even if this shop was owned by a rival clan, Luo Cheng wouldn't want these beverages to be discarded or destroyed.
Hearing that the elder's explanation, Miaomiao analyzed this development with his novel knowledge.
'The Wei Clan? So, Wei Huang and Wei Feng bastards are behind this tavern? Oh, I see! Those people are surely on the villain's side. Sure, I don't want to provoke those antagonists. That's the job of a protagonist, not me! Anyway, I need to know who I am dealing with.'
Miaomiao stood up, cupped his fist, and bowed to the elder, "Thank you for saving me. My name is Mao Miaomiao. May I be so bold to ask for your name and your affiliation?"
It was a rude request, but Miaomiao wasn't sure if this old man was a villain, a side character, or a possible protagonist's ally. Since the sect entrance exam was usually a common story plot in novels, Miaomiao thought that a protagonist might be around here in this city and his story might be in progress.
"Luo Cheng, the head disciplinary elder of the Mountain Goose Sect!"
The dwarf cultivator, Luo Cheng, revealed his identity. However, he had another motive for rescuing Miaomiao.
"Brat, since you've partially offended the Wei Clan, you should come working for me as a blacksmith trainee under my sub-department! I can see that you have a lot of potential judging from your body enhancement skill and your combat experience. Even if you're no longer in a prime age to cultivate, at least you can train under me and advance to the 2nd stage or the 3rd stage within a year or two! How about it? Want to work for me?"
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