"Please marry me!"
Like most good stories, Nioh's started with a passionate confession of love.
And like even better stories, it was followed by a—
WHAP!
—slap.
"Ew, you creep!" A fair-skinned woman shrieked before fleeing down a populated street.
"W-Wait, come back! We can talk about this! Just give me a chance! I can change you!" Even while his right cheek was red and throbbing from the slap, Nioh was calling out to the fleeing woman.
"Is this guy a stalker?" A nearby pedestrian whispered, staring at Nioh with disdain.
"What a creepy loser!"
Almost everyone on the street was whispering about Nioh behind his back.
However, he could care less about the opinions of nobodies; he was far more distraught about the rejection he just suffered.
That made rejection number 12!
"And that's just today," Nioh lamented. "Am I really just so repulsive?"
While dusting off his ragged robes and casually leaving the scene, he figured 'that' may be part of his problem as well—
His poor appearance.
"I look like a beggar," he mumbled.
But what could he honestly do about something like that?
Not long ago, he suddenly found himself not in his dormitory grinding "I Am Emperor Father!" but rather in this world of cultivation.
The classic transmigration trope. Surprising, right?
He was transmigrated into the game he was playing. Not as the Main Character, the Emperor of the Great Jiang Dynasty. Not as a notable side character either. He wasn't even given the chance to be an Extra.
No, for this transmigration, Nioh found himself as little more than "Dirty Farmer #1".
Not rich. Not handsome. Not talented.
A useless no-name character through and through.
However, as if to laugh in his face, he was given a golden finger—his personalized cheat.
[The Infinite Blessings System]
The goal the System set for him was simple: he had to fuck—and he had to do it a lot.
[To wife up as many women and sire as many children as possible and get stronger while doing so. What greater joy could there be for a monkey like you?]
That was what the System told him before never speaking again.
Apparently, so long as he gave birth to children, he would receive part of their talents and future strength gains. For example, if they had Spiritual Roots, his cultivation speed would be boosted. If they had potential to become martial artists, he too would gain a certain affinity for the Jianghua.
Best part about the System was that there was no limit to how many children he could have! And the benefits extended past just his first generation of kids; his grandkids, great grandkids, and so on and so forth would also transfer over some of their talents to their Ancestor.
Aka, him.
Of course, there had to be some balance to this cheat. Therefore, every generation of descendents past the 1st generation would only give Nioh half of what the previous generation would give.
Even so, that was still plenty good.
Moreover, the talent transferred over wouldn't take from the talent of the descendent; it was more like copying than stealing.
Now, with all of that being said, how could any of this possibly be perceived as "Laughing at his face"?
Well naturally that was because…
Nioh was just "Dirty Farmer #1".
"How can my stupid System expect me to get a wife like this!? I doubt even a gorilla would lower itself to my level and take me as a spouse!"
Nioh leaned against an alleyway wall, a pained expression marring his wholly average—even slightly unatractive—features.
For days he had been trying everything he could to get a wife in Yellow Spring City!
Now, not only was he starving and parched, he was also still hopelessly maidenless!
Curses!
While huddled up in a ball in the alleyway, Nioh ignored the scuttering rats and tearfully opened his system interface.
BLING!
[Infinite Blessings System
- Host: Nao Long
- Title(s): Dirty Farmer (Non-ranked)
- Lifespan: 18/75
- Qi Cultivation Realm: None, (Spiritual Roots: None)
- Body Cultivation Realm: None, (Body Talent: None)
- Martial Realm: None, (Martial Arts Talent: None)
- Combat Power: 2 (A chicken would put up a better fight)
- Wive(s): 0 (No hoes)
- Descendent(s): 0 (Rookie numbers)]
"My name isn't even Nao Long! It's Nioh! I'm an American gawdamnit!" Nioh cursed at the air, startling the rats and some passerby.
"And what's with the harsh comments! Are those really necessary!?"
*Tap… tap…*
Suddenly, an old man and a young woman walked into the alleyway he was in. The young woman had skin like jade, eyes as round and watery as dew droplets, and an ample figure worthy of awe. She was like a fairy descended. Meanwhile, the old man seemed as though he was detached from the secular world, his sight seemingly peering into vaster horizons.
Nioh turned to look at them, immediately noticing the pity hidden in their gazes.
"Grandpa, this homeless man looks sad." The young woman pointed at Nioh and whispered to the old man. "Should we give him something? I feel bad."
The old man had a powerful aura about him. The way he looked at Nioh was also different from his naive granddaughter.
"Everyone has their own fate, little Yun; we shouldn't meddle too much in the affairs of mortals." The old man spoke while stroking his beard.
'Of mortals??' Nioh's eyes widened.
Were these who he thought they were…?
Immortals!
Obviously, they couldn't be actual Immortals. But judging by their manner of speech and their smooth silk robes, there was a definite chance that they were in fact… Immortal Cultivators.
'If that's the case…'
This could very well be the opportunity Nioh had been waiting for. And if he wanted to continue surviving in this cruel new world he was thrown into, he had to grasp this opportunity with all that he had.