Chapter 6:The benefits of having maximum charisma

Immediately, a male player stepped forward and protested to the widow.

"Unfair! Why should he be allowed to cut in? We've been waiting for so long, and you even said you'd help him with tasks. This is totally unfair! We protest!"

Surprisingly, the widow displayed a completely different attitude towards him than she did with Sebastian. She gave a disdainful look to the protesting male player and instead of trying to ease the situation, she mocked him.

"Before you protest, why don't you take a good look at yourself? I likes handsome younger brothers, is that not allowed? I am going to take care of him, if you have a problem, you can leave. Nobody asked you to come here for tasks."

The male player was so infuriated that he felt like spitting blood. He had never been insulted by a game NPC before. He angrily walked away.

However, after the widow's statement, the other players who were unhappy remained silent. They were afraid to upset her and risk not receiving tasks from her.

Considering the male player's situation, it was too immersive. The widow's words stung.

After seeing everyone quiet down, the widow put on her charming smile again, but this time it was reserved for Sebastian.

"Little brother, how's your consideration?"

Sebastian hadn't expected that having maximum charisma would bring him such good treatment. He felt that he could increase his favorability with the charming widow if he wanted to. In a few days, she might even ask him to dual cultivate... just kidding, Sebastian was not that kind of person!

In response to the charming widow's enthusiasm, he politely replied, "I'll consider it for next time. I have something to do right now, so I'll find you for tasks later."

The widow looked a little disappointed after hearing his response, and reluctantly, she turned and twisted her seductive waist as she walked back to her tailor shop. She appeared quite unhappy.

It seemed that Sebastian had left her for good.

Sebastian didn't want to be the center of attention anymore, so he quickly bypassed the crowd and proceeded inward.

Luckily, only the female NPCs who were particularly concerned about appearance would be so actively courteous. Other NPCs didn't react to him so dramatically.

As he walked by, everyone greeted Sebastian with great enthusiasm. He felt that in this game, he didn't need to make an effort anymore.

He might just find a female cultivator from the Outer Appearance Association, hold onto her coattails, and have an easy life. Who knows, it might even become the game's most popular choice...

He had arrived at the village's outskirts when he finally saw a weapons shop. At the shop's entrance stood a burly man, shirtless, and drenched in sweat. He was hammering an unfinished weapon shape in his hand in front of a furnace, the clanging sound ringing in the air. A preliminary estimate showed that the man's hammering style seemed somewhat chaotic.

There were quite a few players in the shop trying to communicate with him, hoping to obtain tasks. Unfortunately, the man remained indifferent to their attempts to start a conversation. He was completely focused on his work, not paying any attention to the players' advances.

"Damn, is this guy deaf or something?"

"It's actually possible. Let's go, don't waste any more time on this deaf guy."

"We shouldn't waste our time on this deaf guy."

"I heard that the widow shop owner is giving out tasks. Let's go."

"Is there anyone here looking for an in-game partner? My name is 'Cold Love for the Deceased'!"

...

Players sighed in frustration and decided to leave. Sebastian walked over to the man, observing him and then glancing at the furnace. He didn't say anything or try to communicate with the man. Instead, he walked over to the furnace and sat down, grabbing the hand-cranked blower to increase the flame's intensity.

The flames in the furnace shot up, and the temperature rapidly increased. The man, who had been hammering the weapon with his head lowered, suddenly lit up and mumbled, "That's right, it's not hot enough, the fire was too weak."

He continued to hammer the weapon within the fire.

Sebastian seemed to ignore the protest and continued to operate the bellows.

After about five minutes, the burly man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Finally, it's taking shape!"

Sebastian stopped what he was doing at this point.

The burly man immediately turned his attention to Sebastian and burst into hearty laughter.

"Thanks for helping me with the bellows. My disciple isn't here today, and no one was tending the furnace. No wonder the fire wasn't strong enough."

With that, the burly man voluntarily said to Sebastian, "Since you've helped me, I should repay the favor."

He then pointed to the weapons on the rack behind him.

"You can choose one of the weapons on that rack, and I'll lend it to you for a day. But you must return it to me after one day."

If an ordinary player had heard this, they would have cursed and said, "I helped you so much, and you should give me a weapon!" Borrowing it for a day? What kind of favor is that?

Sebastian, however, nodded calmly and said, "Thank you, I'll take a sword."

The burly man nodded, picked up an iron sword, and handed it to Sebastian.

Sebastian took the iron sword offered by the blacksmith and checked the sword's attributes.

​¹​: A common iron sword, Strength +3.

"Young man, I'm lending you this iron sword for a day. If you can bring me the fangs of ten pairs of Bamboo Leaf Green Snakes within a day, I'll give you an opportunity."

"No problem, I accept."

Sebastian smiled broadly, successfully opening the path to becoming a sword cultivator.

After taking the task, Sebastian immediately set out, leaving the shop. Some players who were still wandering around the entrance of the weapons shop, unsure of what to do, were astonished when they saw Sebastian come out with a sword in hand.

"I can't believe it! How did this guy get a weapon?"

"We're all using our fists, wooden sticks, or picking up rocks to fight monsters, and he already has a sword?"

"Hey, buddy, how did you get a sword? Tell us!"

"If you don't tell us, you won't leave. We hate freeloaders."

"That's right, we won't let you go anywhere unless you tell us."

Faced with everyone's questioning, Sebastian casually pointed inside the shop.

"Go find that strong man and sing him a song; that should win him over."

"Is that all? It's that simple?" Someone was skeptical.

Sebastian explained, "That big guy just broke up with his girlfriend and is very sad, so you must sing a moving breakup song and sing it with great emotion."

A few people believed him and immediately rushed into the shop. They surrounded the big man and began to showcase their "touching" singing talents.

"Ah-ah~ Give me a glass of forgetfulness~ Let me not cry for one night~"

"It's a pity it's not you~ accompanying me to the end~"

"It's most lonely when you can't stay~ Ah-ah~ Didn't finish, and tenderness remains only in the parting song~"

"Breaking up happily, I wish you happiness~"

...

A group of players stormed into someone else's shop and howled at the shop owner. The sound was like castrated ducks and sows in distress. Other players outside were completely stunned. What was going on?

Was this a blacksmith shop or a karaoke bar?

The most bewildered person was the owner of the weapons shop, who, listening to these guys shouting and screaming, had his ears ringing. "Get out of here!" He threw all of them out.

The players who had been watching outside couldn't help but laugh, thinking that those guys were just short of something.

"Why no reaction? Did they not sing emotionally enough? Should we try again?"

"Damn it, trying what? It's absolutely useless! We've been played by that kid!"

"Where's that kid? I'm going to find him and settle the score!"

"He's long gone."