Chapter 47: There Shouldn’t Be So Few Targets

Lin Lue thought he might be too sensitive.

He had been living here for quite a while now.

It was probably because the fat landlord had died not long ago, and since this was a rundown area, it was normal for someone to come take over a bit later.

Anyway, Lin Lue rubbed his chin and decided his next goal was to move his sister to a new place.

This one was too shabby.

Lin Lue’s mind wandered.

He now possessed the power of three witches, with triple the health and mana of a first-order witch.

So he began to test his abilities.

Ice swept across the floor, walls, and ceiling, freezing the dust.

Fire burned away the accumulated trash, erasing it completely.

Space exchanged the air in the room with fresh air from outside.

With precise control, Lin Lue glanced at his mana bar.

It had dropped by only a hair’s breadth.

Not bad.

Lin Lue started tidying up the scattered clothes.

He bent down and picked up a soft white piece of fabric, which carried a faint, delicate fragrance.

It belonged to Lin Xue’er.

He then grabbed a crumpled pair of white silk stockings, thin and light—another item his sister wore daily.

Near the stool by the wall, a small white undergarment lay quietly, slightly wrinkled at the edges.

It also belonged to Lin Xue’er.

He threw them away.

Holding the clothes, Lin Lue’s expression turned strange.

Lin Xue’er had always been tidy and neat.

She never left her undergarments lying around like this.

Scattering them like this was very unusual and made him feel odd.

But he didn’t overthink it.

His sister probably wasn’t doing it on purpose.

Maybe she just wanted to slack off today.

On the other hand, the shirt he had lent to Ye Beiming was folded neatly, as square as a block.

Lin Lue remembered the little dress Ye Beiming was wearing—just one.

He thought that since he had decided to take her in and take good care of her, he wouldn’t half-ass it.

‘I’ll go out later and buy some new dresses for Ye Beiming and Lin Xue’er,’ he planned.

Lin Lue imagined the upcoming two-loli dress-up show.

Double the happiness.

As for body measurements… Well, Lin Xue’er didn’t need explaining.

He had lived with her for ages.

How did he know Ye Beiming’s measurements?

He could only say his eyes were a ruler.

‘If they wore black and white maid outfits and called me over in sweet voices to judge… that would be bliss,’ he thought.

He fetched some clean water, carefully scrubbed and washed Lin Xue’er’s clothes, leaving no stain behind.

After rinsing them clean, he took them to the window, spread each one out on the drying line, and hung them up.

Once done, Lin Lue thought for a moment and pulled a red qipao from the storage item Yuexue had given him.

The qipao had been soaked in milk overnight.

Lin Lue sniffed it—surprisingly, there was no sour spoiled milk smell. Instead, it still carried a faint milky aroma.

Did this clothing have preservation properties?

He touched the fabric.

It felt smooth and fine, with delicate patterns.

This was an expensive feeling.

Maybe it had some clever design that achieved this effect.

That meant the milk on it might still be drinkable.

A red qipao soaked in milk overnight… basically milk saturated with Yuexue’s scent…

Just thinking about it was intense.

Of course, Lin Lue didn’t take a sip.

He wasn’t a pervert.

But he thought that if he squeezed that milk into a glass bottle, gave it a nice package, and made up a little story…

Something like Milk Carefully Brewed by a Great Witch—Drinking It Helps Increase Magic Absorption Rate.

People would definitely fight over it.

He could make a fortune.

But if Yuexue found out afterward, he might end up in pieces here and there.

Lin Lue thought about it and gave up on that huge windfall for the sake of his personal safety.

He couldn’t handle it.

He washed the qipao clean, didn’t hang it to dry, but used gentle flames to evaporate the moisture, then quickly put it away.

If his sister saw it, he’d be in trouble.

Even though she was at school and wouldn’t see it… but what if?

Lin Lue was a cautious man.

After tidying up the small home, he wiped the water stains off his hands and prepared to go out.

To improve his strength.

Strength needed no reason.

Molly and Yuexue were good, but it was too slow.

Having only two “targets” couldn’t keep up with his pace of growth.

The path shouldn’t be so narrow.

There shouldn’t be so few targets.

He must not limit himself.

He should broaden his channels and gain more Magic Power Points.

Lin Lue went out and started wandering, trying to find new “targets” that met the System’s requirements.

Once he found them, he had plenty of strength and methods.

He could grasp their Affection Levels and make them keep giving him Magic Power Points and Element Affinities.

Step by step, he would strengthen himself.

But after spending most of the day searching all over, he still couldn’t find a suitable target.

What’s more, deep in a secluded alley, he was blocked by a group of women.

Each one was built sturdy, with bulging muscles, looking even taller and bigger than Lin Lue.

It was like big carts crushing a small horse.

Lin Lue stared at their calves, thicker than his thighs, and gulped.

“Man, you’ve caught our attention!”

“How about playing with us sisters? We’ll make you feel good.”

“You don’t want to play? Too bad—you’re playing whether you like it or not!”

Their manners were crude, their words flippant.

The one leading them stuck out her tongue, smiled maliciously, and sized Lin Lee up without restraint.

“Don’t say we’re bullying you, little brother.”

She pulled a few coins from her pocket and waved them at Lin Lue.

“See? Big sister will pay you.”

“Never seen so much money, have you?”

“Just take good care of us, and it’s all yours.”

Lin Lue glanced at the coins—not even a fraction of what Yuexue had given him.

Having tasted the good stuff, he couldn’t be bothered with such small change.

He mused that Yuexue had spoiled his “appetite.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said on the surface, but secretly he probed them.

He found that these women had no magical fluctuations at all.

They weren’t witches.

He checked several times.

Same result.

“Think about what? Do you think you have the right to refuse?”

“Come here!”

They closed in, teasing, “Come on, give us a kiss.”

Lin Lue asked, “Are you witches?”

The women froze.

Witches?

They weren’t.

What did he mean?

Soon, they figured it out.

This man wanted to be noticed by a witch and rise to the top overnight.

A lazy, irresponsible man like this deserved a harsh lesson, to show him the darkness of reality!

Their eyes rolled, and they laughed, “That’s right. We are witches, little brother. Come into our arms.”

Lin Lue smiled too.

One minute later.

The muffled sounds in the alley stopped.

Lin Lue put away his fists.

That exercise had been quite satisfying.

The burly women lay on the ground, motionless, already fast asleep.

Lin Lue clapped his hands as if brushing off dirt, glanced at the sleeping women, and left the alley without any smugness, just helplessness.

He was well aware that finding a “target” that met the System’s requirements in the Lower District was like panning for gold in shit.

During his time in the Lower District, he had encountered other witches from the Upper District besides Molly and Yuexue.

They were pretty, sure, but every one of them was extremely arrogant.

Besides, they only came to the Lower District to vent their pent-up frustration.

They wouldn’t bring him any gains, and might even cause him trouble.

So every time he sensed an Upper District witch nearby, after observing that they didn’t meet the conditions, he deliberately took a detour to avoid them.