Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

He looked different in the mirror.

The buzz cut revealed his entire face, making his features more defined, with deeper eyebrows and eyes, sharper cheekbone lines, and a jawline that looked like it had been carved with a knife.

He is clean-cut and neat, with a refined and handsome demeanor, exuding masculinity while retaining a youthful charm.

The barber took a step back, looked the barber up and down, and clicked his tongue twice.

"Handsome. Really handsome. With that face and hairstyle, you'd turn heads 90% of the time on the street. Hey handsome, how about I get a membership card? I'll give you a 20% discount next time I come."

"Need not."

The bill is 120.

The next day, at the bathhouse.

I went in at 11 a.m., soaked in the pool, took a sauna, and sweated profusely before taking a shower.

The massage area was dimly lit, and the corridor smelled of essential oils.

The receptionist arranged a room for him. When he pushed open the door, there was a woman standing inside, looking a little reserved.

She was in her early thirties, with a great figure, curvaceous and slender, wearing a white massage outfit with the neckline stretched wide, her hair tied up, and light makeup on her face.

She has an excellent face and figure.

She looked up and saw Chen Mo, and almost dropped the towel in her hand.

Chen Mo lay down on the massage bed.

She walked over, placed her hand on his shoulder, trembled slightly, and then began to massage him, her technique very clumsy.

His voice was dry as he spoke:

"Sir... with your physique, you must be an athlete, right?"

"No. Just going for a run and practicing boxing."

She gave a dry laugh, pressing her fingers down her shoulder:

"Practitioners of martial arts? No wonder. Your demeanor is different too. My name is Su Wan, may I ask your name, sir?"

"Chen Mo."

"Chen Mo."

She read it aloud, her voice soft.

"He has a nice name and is handsome."

"Your name sounds nice too."

Chen Mo glanced at her sideways. "Su Wan, the 'wan' in 'evening'?"

"Yes. My mom said I was born at night, so she named me that."

He smiled, his gaze falling on her face:

"No wonder, babies born at night are bound to be beautiful."

She paused for a moment, relaxed, then laughed and patted him on the back.

"You have such a sweet tongue."

When she pressed on his waist, she leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"What does Mr. Chen do for a living?"

"Stock trading. Working from home, flexible hours."

"The people I see on Douyin who trade stocks are all sitting still with huge bellies."

"That's why I came to you for a massage, otherwise I'd end up with a belly from sitting too much."

She laughed again and pinched his waist with her fingers: "With a waist like yours, you'll never have a belly even if you sit for another ten years."

When she reached the calf, she sat at the foot of the bed and pressed her fingers up the calf, stopping at the root of the thigh, without moving them away immediately.

"Did Mr. Chen come alone?"

"Yes. Alone, free."

"Don't have a girlfriend?"

Chen Mo looked at her and smiled.

"What, are you going to introduce me to someone?"

Su Wan blushed slightly and spoke in a very soft voice:

"No one I know is good enough for you."

Chen Mo said jokingly.

"Your massage technique is quite good, it feels comfortable. You might consider following me."

Her eyes lit up, and she leaned down to press his shoulder, her face very close to his.

Chen Mo could smell the perfume on her; it was a gardenia scent.

"Mr. Chen, are you telling the truth?"

Chen Mo did indeed plan to find a capable nanny to take care of him, someone who could do housework, laundry, cooking, give massages, and, when not in a hurry, also…

Having a girlfriend is impossible; I'll never have one in my life.

Chen Mo carefully examined Su Wan. She was a typical young married woman, with a slightly oversized bust and good skin.

Su Wan blushed under his gaze.

She whispered about her situation:

"I am thirty years old. My hometown is a small county town. My husband died five years ago. I have a daughter. I have been raising my daughter alone for the past few years. Life has been very difficult."

I can't make money in this small county, so I have to leave my child with my mother while I go out to work.

I don't have any special skills, so this is the only place I could come to. Today is my first day at work, and I ran into you.

Chen Mo looked at her:

"Okay! You'll be with me from now on, but not as my girlfriend."

She looked up, blushing, and asked, "Is it okay?"

"She's not my girlfriend, you don't have a problem with that?"

"No, it's not like that kind of sugar daddy/sugar baby thing. I'm not young anymore, I know all about these things. Besides, I'm the one who benefits, you're so handsome, and you have such a great body..."

As she spoke, she herself blushed.

Chen Mo was very satisfied; Su Wan was sensible and made things easy for him.

That night, she quit her job and went back with Chen Mo.

On the third day, Chen Mo and Su Wan stayed at home all day.

It has to be said that being older is good; people are more sensible.

Chen Mo didn't even need to move; Su Wan knew exactly what to do.

To Chen Mo's surprise, a notification popped up on the system panel.

Dual Cultivation (Proficiency: 700/1000)

【自身特效：力量+20%、体质+20%、敏捷+20%、精神+20%、魅力+20%】

[Target Effect: Fair and delicate skin, rosy complexion, minimized pores, radiant appearance]

At the end of the day, both of them had gained a lot. Su Wan had also changed a lot. That night, she kept bothering Chen Mo and massaged him several times until she was so tired that she fell asleep.

Chen Mo got up to make final preparations.

He checked the copper ring and found that the cash, food, first-aid kit, folding knife, flashlight, and lighter were all there.

The clothes I bought yesterday were delivered by a courier this afternoon, and I put them all into my copper ring.

The space is only two cubic meters, and less than one-tenth of it is filled.

I went to the supermarket again and bought a batch of food, including compressed biscuits, canned goods, and bottled water, filling the container to the brim.

I checked the Thai visa-on-arrival process online and printed out my round-trip flight tickets and hotel reservations.

I've mastered both English and Thai, and can communicate in daily life without any problems.

That night, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The image of those eerie green eyes flashed through his mind.

Tomorrow I'm going to Thailand to get guns. Then, I'll go to another world.

At 7 a.m. on the fourth day, Su Wan was still asleep. He sent her a WeChat message saying he was going away for a few days and transferred 30,000 yuan to her.

I sent a voice message to my mother before taking a taxi to Xiaoshan Airport.

He had striking features and a tall, slender figure. As he stood in front of the check-in counter, the ground staff glanced at him a couple of times.

"Sir, flying to Bangkok?"

"right."

"By the window or the aisle?"

"By the window."

He stood in line at the security checkpoint and took off his sunglasses.

The girl in front of them looked back once, then looked again, and whispered something to her companion. There were two foreigners next to them.

His companion turned his head and looked over, his gaze lingering on his face for two seconds before the two of them turned back together, laughing softly.

Chen Mo heard this and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

In the waiting area, he sat by the window, watching the planes on the tarmac.

My phone rang. It was a message from my mother: "Xiao Mo, be careful when you go abroad."

He replied, "Mom, don't worry, I'll be back in a few days."

The phone rang again.

WeChat notification sound.

Su Wan sent a message: "Chen Mo, be careful on the road. I'm waiting for you to come home."

He replied with an emoji: a cat waving goodbye.

As the boarding announcement came on, he stood up, picked up his backpack, and walked into the jet bridge.

The plane taxis, accelerates, and takes off.

Hangzhou grew smaller and smaller beneath my feet, turning into tiny squares, until it was finally swallowed up by the clouds.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.