Ero Saint: I Created An Ero Massage Parlor In Another World Chapter 54: Will be revised soon

Snarling, he lunged forward once more.

This ti, I didn’t just dodge.

As his dagger ca slicing toward my ribs, I pivoted on my back foot, letting the blade pass within an inch of my shirt. Before he could retract his arm, I dropped my weight, crouched low, and slamd my fist into the at of his forearm.

"Ah!" he scread as the dagger clattered to the ground.

They sounded cool in my head, but in the end, I settled on sothing much simpler and easier to speak in a hurry.

"Peek," I said in Avalondria.

Avalondria was the official language of the Avalon Kingdom.

[’Peek’ has been chosen as the Incantation formula.]

"Ugh, it sounds kind of la, but at least it’s short. In an ergency, that’s what matters."

"Now, what about this item?"

I picked up the book that was placed in the middle of the box.

"Whoa. It’s actually quite heavy and thick." I was slightly caught off guard by its weight and density.

There was nothing on its leather cover, no titles, no images, no symbols. Nothing. I started to doubt its uniqueness. Just then, a similar window screen appeared right before my eyes.

[Low-Tier Random Skills Book]

[Function: When used, the book grants the user a random skill.]

"Even after working like a horse for an entire year in Apel City, I could barely make 50 gold, and that was already counting all the tips I got from rich custors. Now, in Putih City, where I rarely get a single client, I’d be lucky to scrape together ten gold in a year. And she wants to co up with five hundred in a month? Why doesn’t she just tell to go straight rob a bank instead?!"

I almost lost my mind just trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to get such a big amount of money.

And honestly, what did she even need it for? She’s a goddess, for fuck’s sake. Can’t she just snap her fingers and make gold appear out of thin air? Or steal it herself if she wants? Or was this her way of testing my capability? To see if I was truly worthy to be her saint?

If so, then congratulations, she had basically set the difficulty to hell mode.

After a mont, I sighed.

It was a sigh of resignation, knowing I didn’t have a choice in the first place.

Once again, I was reminded just how insignificant I really was.

After a mont, I shook my head to clear away the useless thoughts and kept on reading.

Maybe the next quest is much easier to accomplish?

[Side Quest]

[Destroy the Five Rings of the West Borough]

[Reward: dium-Tier Skill Book x1]

[Completion: 0/5]

"..."

If there were a table in front of , I’d flip it without hesitation.

"Was she drunk when she ca up with this quest? I haven’t t the Five Rings in person, but just hearing the rumors is enough to know they’re not the kind of people soone like can ss with. If they existed on Earth, they would probably be on the sa level as Yakuza or Triad, and what, the goddess told to destroy them? Hell nah. I would probably be dead the second I think about doing it."

"This quest definitely isn’t any easier than collecting five hundred gold in a month."

"Because this...this is probably just the beginning. From now on, I’ll have to get my hands dirty, and it will only get dirtier."

I clenched my trembling hands into tight fists until they steadied.

Then I turned to the unconscious thug and quickly searched his pockets, taking anything that looked valuable.

[Sleep with Priestess]

[Reward: Permanent Stat Upgrader x1]

I didn’t give him ti to breathe. As he hunched over, clutching his arm, I circled behind him, hands straightened like blades, and brought both palms together in a sharp clap against his temples.

Thud!

His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, before he crumpled to the ground in a limp heap.

I exhaled, patted off my hands as if I had just thrown out the trash, and looked at the second thug in silence.

He pointed at with a trembling finger.

"Y-you! You dare to knock out Brad?! Don’t you know who we are?!"

"Isn’t it a little late to bring that up? You should’ve ntioned it before I put your friend to sleep."

I tilted my head slightly.

"Besides, do I look like soone who gives a damn about who you are? If you don’t get lost in the next five seconds, I’ll be happy to make sure you end up the sa way."

I raised my hand and started counting.

"One."

The thug looked surprised, clearly not expecting to actually count.

"You! I’m warning you, you’re ssing with the wro—"

"Two."

He paused, gritting his teeth.

"Three."

He looked like he was ready to spew more words, but his eyes darted to his unconscious friend, and he beca extrely hesitant.

"Four."

Almost imdiately, he turned around and bolted down the passage.

But after a few steps, he glanced over his shoulder and shouted, "I’ll rember your face! You can forget about dying peacefully when we et again!"

I continued emotionlessly.

"Five."

The thug flinched and took off running at full speed, this ti without looking back.

I slowly let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Just because the box looked adorable didn’t an I was going to hesitate to open it.

I tore it open like an excited kid unwrapping birthday presents.

With nothing else left to read, I finally closed the system window.

"Phew. Alright, let’s just put all these ridiculous quests aside for now."

I took a deep breath. "Ti to focus on what I should actually do first. Should I go back to the city and resu the life the original Aiden Edwards had...or just start over sowhere far, far away?"

Just as I was about to start thinking it through, I noticed sothing important.

I was still standing in the middle of the dump site.

"This is definitely not the place to make life-changing decisions," I chuckled to myself.

Before I walked away, I grabbed a piece of dirty cloth from the site and carefully wrapped up all the gifts I received from Althea. I tied it tight to make sure nothing would fall out.

Then I set off, following the sound of running water I’d been hearing in the distance.

A few minutes later, I spotted a small stream winding through the forest.

For soone who was slowly dying of thirst, the clear water looked more tempting than anything I’d ever seen.

I picked up my pace, starting from jogging, then sprinting, like I had just spotted a naked woman beckoning over.

The second I reached the bank, I dropped to my knees, shoved my face into the stream, and opened my mouth wide and started devouring the water as though I hadn’t drunk for a week.

Shortly after, I pulled my face and took a long deep breath.

"So refreshing," I muttered, feeling a little more alive.

Even though I knew drinking untreated water could give the runs, I couldn’t resist. So risks were worth it.

"Phew. I can definitely think better now that I’ve had a drink and cooled my head."

I sat down on the grass by the stream, savoring the rare mont of peace, and started going over my options out loud.

"If I go back to Apel City, the trip alone will take at least ten days, that’s ten day going to waste. And if I decide to settle in so random place, it’ll be even worse. The range of jobs I’d have access to would be so limited that at that point...it might actually be better to beco a bandit."

The whole process took less than five seconds before the cute box looked completely ruined, as if a wild animal had gotten to it first.

I eagerly peered inside.

"Err... what exactly are these?"

Looking up, I saw two skinny guys standing in front of a small passageway that probably could only accommodate about one to two carriages, connected to the city wall.

Through the dirty cloth draped over my head, covering half my face, I could make out their worn-out clothes and the daggers strapped to their waists.

They were standing there with their arms crossed, trying way too hard to look intimidating.

"This road was opened by ," one declared.

"This tree was planted by ," the other chid in.

"If you want to pass here, leave your money behind."

Naturally, I knew better than to ss with guys like this. If I were still the sa person back on Earth, I probably would’ve just handed over the money or tried to look for alternative routes.

In fact, right now, I even felt the urge to poke fun at their little act.

"What tree? I don’t see any tree here."

They both froze, clearly caught off guard by my response.

There were three items, well, technically dozens, but most were duplicates. In essence, there were three different kinds of items.

It was a breath of relief.

When I looked down, I noticed my hands were trembling just a little.

"Even though this body has seen a lot of violence, in the end...I’m still the sa guy who spent over twenty years on Earth, a place that was mostly peaceful. Maybe the body is used to this, but the soul doesn’t lie. I’ve never liked violence."

"Even so...what choice do I have?"

In this world, where the law of the jungle was still the rule, I couldn’t afford to be soft. I couldn’t act like I used to back on Earth.