God Level Farmer In Another World

Under the Eastern Bridge, aside from a few bicycles chained up, several beggars dressed in tattered clothes were gathered around a fire.

On the fire was an iron pot with vegetables cooking inside.

The bridge was a spot they had taken from the old beggar, and the vegetables were too.

Having a place to shelter from the rain and some vegetable hotpot to eat in this weather—it was quite a blessing!

"Put down my vegetables!"

An angry roar came from the entrance of the bridge.

Under the streetlamp's light, the beggars saw who it was—the old beggar.

The beggars sneered, completely ignoring the old beggar's fury. One of them, showing off, picked up a piece of vegetable with a disposable fork, shook it in the air, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The old beggar was furious. Those vegetables were fresh, and he hadn't even wanted to eat them himself.

He made a chopping gesture with his hand.

With the air highly compressed, a massive blade of wind, accompanied by a deafening sound, slashed the "vegetable hotpot" to pieces.

The wind blade didn't stop until it shredded the bicycles parked under the bridge.

The beggars were stunned. Was this really the same old beggar they used to bully?

Had the old man awakened?!

The old beggar felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. So this is the power of a C-rank awakened!

He sent out another wind blade, and the fire exploded, scattering embers everywhere.

The beggars panicked. They cursed their parents for not giving them more legs as they scrambled out of the bridge, rolling and crawling.

The old beggar laughed heartily.

But his laughter soon died down.

Seeing the mess under the bridge made him feel a bit scared.

Just like the other beggars, he also fled in a panic.

After running for who knows how long, he stopped, crouched down, and slapped himself hard.

"Damn it, I've awakened! What the hell am I scared of? So I wrecked a few bikes—who cares! I should be doing something big!"

But... what should I do?

Suddenly, a pair of long, snow-white legs appeared in front of him.

The old beggar looked up and saw a stunning woman in hot pants.

The woman glanced at him and said, "So pitiful at such an old age."

She took a small bill from her fancy bag, tossed it on the ground, and sashayed away, swaying her hips as she left.

The old beggar stared at her retreating figure, dumbstruck.

Now he knew what he wanted to do.

Women!

He had never been with a woman in his entire life!

He picked up the ten-solar note from the ground and headed towards an alleyway he never dared think about before.

Passing through a residential area, he swiped a piece of clothing that fit him a little better.

...

The alley was dark, lit only by the faint, suggestive glow from small shops advertising "salons" and "massage rooms" through glass windows.

In front of each shop, a middle-aged woman dressed in gaudy clothes stood, striking seductive poses.

"Hey, big brother, wanna wash your hair? I'm really good at it!"

A woman in leopard print called out to him in a coquettish voice.

The old beggar's breathing quickened, and he stared blankly at her.

The woman in leopard print knew exactly what that meant.

She stepped closer in her high heels, pressing her body against him and hooking her arm around his, pulling him toward the room.

"Come on~ Let's talk inside, come inside."

The old beggar's palms began to sweat as he followed her inside.

Ten minutes later, he sat on the sofa of the salon, panting heavily.

So this... is what life tastes like.

The woman in leopard print smiled and pulled out a QR code.

"500 solar."

The old beggar, still catching his breath, said, "I have no money."

The woman froze for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

"Trying to get a freebie, huh? Do you even know where you are?"

With that, she pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Hey, brother, I was just assaulted. Get here quick!"

Her cold demeanor was a stark contrast to the seductive way she had acted earlier!

The old beggar panicked for a second but quickly snapped back to reality.

'I'm a C-rank awakened now, who do you think you're messing with?'

Feeling confident, he crossed his legs and casually picked up a cigarette from the table, lighting it.

He took a long, hard look at the woman in leopard print.

The thick layer of powder on her face made him feel a wave of nausea.

Smacking his lips, the old beggar thought back to the beautiful girl who had given him ten solar earlier.

How great would it be if the woman by his side just now had been her?

Not long after, a fierce-looking, overweight middle-aged man stormed into the room, shouting angrily, 

"Who the hell has a death wish, messing with my woman?"

The woman in leopard print lit a cigarette, looking like she was enjoying the show, her chin slightly raised as she glanced at the old beggar.

The middle-aged man glared menacingly at the old beggar and growled, 

"Old bastard! You play with women and don't pay?! Call your kids and tell them to bring the money now!"

With that, he reached out to grab the old beggar by the collar.

The old beggar sneered and waved his hand, releasing a blade of wind.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly, dodging just in time, but still got his arm slashed.

"Ahhh!!!"

Clutching his arm, the man stumbled and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

The woman in leopard print dropped her cigarette, staring at the old beggar in shock, "You... you're a combat talent awakener!"

It was the first time the old beggar had injured someone, and he swallowed hard, pretending not to care as he lit another cigarette.

The woman in leopard print quickly fawned over him, lighting the cigarette for him.

The old beggar began to enjoy the perks of his newfound power, glancing disdainfully at the man on the floor before asking, "Where's the most beautiful girl in this city?"

The woman in leopard print eagerly replied, "The Imperial Nightclub! It's decorated like a palace, and the girls there are as beautiful as supermodels."

The old beggar nodded, stood up, and began walking out.

The woman in leopard print hurried after him, a flattering smile on her face, "Big brother, come find me next time, no charge."

The old beggar grinned, "Sure, from now on, you're with me."

The woman in leopard print was overjoyed. She was going to be the woman of a combat talent awakener now!

The screams from the man inside the room annoyed her—what a useless man.

...

The old beggar asked around until he arrived at the Imperial Nightclub.

The luxurious lobby made him feel like he had stepped into another world.

Scantily dressed beauties walked back and forth, their pale thighs making his mouth dry.

A uniformed attendant rushed over and respectfully asked, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

The old beggar frowned, "What the hell is a reservation? I never make reservations. Now, go and get the sexiest, most beautiful girls you have in here! I want ten of them tonight!"

The attendant's expression shifted as he responded professionally, "I'm sorry, sir, but without a reservation, we cannot serve you. And besides, we are a legitimate establishment; we don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old beggar grabbed him by the collar, "Are you looking down on me?"

Several security guards saw what was happening and rushed over to throw the old beggar out.

The old beggar narrowed his eyes and flicked his hand, sending out a wind blade that severely injured the guards, leaving blood splattered all over the floor.

The attendant screamed, "Someone's causing trouble!"

The girls at the Imperial Nightclub screamed and scrambled to hide.

The men who had come to enjoy themselves didn't panic, though. Some even comforted the women next to them, all watching the old beggar with keen interest.

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