Back in the church's basement, Hestia was restlessly reading a book.
Seeing the two push open the door and enter, she immediately jumped up: "Ying Ping-kun! Kokkoro-chan! You're finally back!"
"Yes, we were delayed a bit on the way."
Ying Ping smiled and placed the heavy money bag on the table, "But today was truly a great harvest."
"A great harvest?"
Hestia curiously opened the money bag, and when she saw the 300,000 falis coins and the 9 million falis check inside, she held her breath.
She trembled all over, her blue eyes wide and round: "Th-these are…"
Kokkoro excitedly bounced around: "Goddess! Master worked very hard today, and we earned a lot of money!"
Ying Ping took off his jacket, revealing his muscular upper body: "Help me update my stats first, Hestia."
In fact, he didn't need to keep updating his stats with Hestia.
After all, the Shadow Monarch System allowed Ying Ping to grow stronger in real-time.
Hestia's updates were merely to update the data on paper, in the Divine Script.
Updating them wouldn't make Ying Ping stronger, because he was already stronger.
At the same time, Ying Ping also had a conjecture.
That is…
Even if one day he lost Hestia, and the blessing of the gods disappeared with her, his combat power would not decrease.
Of course, losing Hestia or anything like that, he definitely didn't want that!
"Ah, alright, alright!"
Hestia, whose eyes were momentarily clouded by money, finally came back to her senses and told Ying Ping to lie on the bed.
She dripped her divine blood, and her slender fingers gently traced his back, as the divine script gradually appeared.
However, when she clearly saw those words, Hestia froze.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, then leaned closer to look carefully, and then—
"L-LV5?!"
"Leveled up two more times?!"
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!"
She shrieked, jumping directly off the bed, then giggled nervously: "Ahahaha, I must be dreaming, I haven't woken up from my afternoon nap yet…"
Ying Ping lazily rolled over and looked at the goddess straddling his waist: "What's wrong? Isn't it normal for something like this to happen to me?"
Hestia grabbed Ying Ping's shoulders with both hands and shook him wildly: "Are you crazy? What do you mean normal?!"
"Leaving aside this exaggerated leveling speed, you are now not far from being Orario's strongest adventurer!"
"And these magic skills… Lightning Enchantment? Blade Storm?"
Hestia's voice became increasingly excited, "C-can a human really do this…"
Ying Ping couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pull the excited goddess into his arms: "Calm down, Hestia."
"How can I calm down?!"
Hestia squirmed in Ying Ping's embrace, then suddenly cupped his face and began showering him with kisses, "No matter what, my Ying Ping-kun is too amazing! Too wonderful!"
"Whoa!"
Kokkoro, who was beside them, gasped and quickly covered her eyes, yet couldn't resist peeking through her fingers.
Hestia then realized her impropriety, and with a flushed face, she climbed off Ying Ping.
"Ahem… So…"
She tried to put on a dignified air as a chief god, but the smile on her lips couldn't be suppressed, "So, how do you plan to use this money?"
"I don't know, Master and Goddess can decide everything."
Kokkoro shook her head.
Ying Ping sat up and thought seriously: "First, I need to send a gift to Miss Eina."
"If she hadn't helped bargain, that War Shadow Core drop might have sold for only 1 million."
Hestia nodded: "Indeed, we should thank her. I also need to prepare a thank-you gift."
Kokkoro also chimed in: "I also want to send a gift to Miss Eina."
"Then…"
Ying Ping picked up the steel longsword that was placed aside.
The once gleaming blade was now covered in nicks and cracks, and there were several obvious scorch marks on the edge.
"In just one day, this sword has already reached its limit."
"Especially after using Lightning Enchantment, it started to buckle under the power."
"Although it can still be repaired and used again, I plan to use some funds to get a better one."
After examining it carefully for a while, Ying Ping handed it to Hestia, who wanted to see it.
Hestia took it, her fingers gently tracing the scars: "How amazing, these are all proof of Ying Ping-kun's brave battles…"
She suddenly looked up, her eyes becoming unusually firm, "Ying Ping-kun, what kind of weapon do you like best?"
Ying Ping was stunned, then immediately understood Hestia's intention.
His heart skipped a beat—
Is she going to find Hephaestus, the goddess of blacksmithing, and beg for her help? "Hestia."
Ying Ping held the goddess's small hand and shook his head, saying: "I'll figure out the equipment myself; I can just buy it. I don't want you to ask other gods and owe them favors…"
"It's fine!"
Hestia was unusually firm.
She tightly clasped Ying Ping's hands in hers and smiled: "You don't need to worry about equipment. It's normal for gods to owe each other favors!"
"Besides, as your chief god, I can't help with anything, and I can only anxiously wait for you two to return safely every day. That really makes me feel terrible!"
Her eyes sparkled with determination, "So, tell me what kind of weapon you like, okay?"
"Don't refuse. A good weapon can help you increase your survival rate in the dungeon. I swear I will help you get the best one!"
Ying Ping looked at Hestia's serious expression, and a warm current surged through his heart.
He took a deep breath and gently embraced the goddess: "Thank you, Hestia. Then I won't be modest…"
"That's more like it."
Hestia revealed a relieved smile.
She knew Ying Ping was sensible and reliable, but she also hoped he would rely on her more.
After releasing her embrace, Ying Ping found paper and a pen: "I'll draw a design for you to see the weapon I need."
He meticulously sketched on the paper, and soon, a beautifully crafted single-handed broadsword appeared on the page.
The blade was long and slightly wide, suitable for both single-handed and two-handed wielding.
"Although forging a long spear would be the most cost-effective, I'm already used to using a sword."
Ying Ping frowned, then added a few strokes to the sketch, incorporating some of his preferred style and decorations.
Finally, the prototype of a divine sword emerged, quite similar to a certain savior's weapon.
If one were to exchange a favor for an indestructible weapon crafted by a god, then forging a short dagger would actually be the least worthwhile.
As the saying goes, with cold weapons, an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.
The dagger's lethality and force-bearing area are also the smallest, which would put a lot of pressure on the user.
"This sword…"
Hestia carefully looked at the blueprint, her eyes sparkling, "It's so cool! It's like a hero's sword, perfectly fitting Ying Ping-kun's style!"
Kokkoro also clapped her small hands, happy for Ying Ping: "Yes, with a weapon like this, Master will surely be invincible!"
Hestia carefully folded the blueprint and solemnly tucked it into her embrace: "Ying Ping-kun, leave this matter to me!"
Suddenly, she jumped up and grabbed both their hands, "But before that, let's all go celebrate at the Hostess of Fertility! Tonight, we must eat to our heart's content!"
Kokkoro happily nodded: "Yay! I've been looking forward to this since morning!"
Ying Ping smiled and hugged the two beloved girls: "Then let's go. Tonight we must feast, we have to celebrate properly."