Beggar Cultivation System

Apollo glanced to his side and saw two people confronting each other, their faces filled with arrogance. Judging by their attire, he concluded they were just normal commoners.

However, something was different about them.

"Oh? These two are cultivators?" Apollo muttered, raising an eyebrow. Spreading his senses, he found that the two individuals were emitting Half-Step Foundation Building stage energy. But with his heightened senses, especially over Qi, he could tell they lacked talent in cultivation and would remain stuck at this stage.

They're using stolen techniques, Apollo realized, as there's no way they would be able to cultivate in this city without the backing of an organization or family—at least, not before Klown made the techniques public.

It seems like people like this are starting to emerge, Apollo thought. He had suspected this might happen and had informed the family heads and headmasters about it. But they hadn't come up with a plan against it; what's done was done, and they couldn't just force these people to abandon their cultivation.

Ned came around the corner, startled to see the beggar standing in front of him. "Mr. Beggar, you surprised me. Here's your breakfast," he said, handing over a basket.

"Thanks," Apollo nodded, his eyes never leaving the commotion in front of him.

Ned looked in the same direction and sighed. "A lot of people have been learning cultivation techniques lately."

"Yeah," Apollo said, glancing at him. "If someone offers you a technique, refuse it, alright?"

"I will," Ned chuckled. He'd reached the Half-Step Foundation Building stage a long time ago as a reward from Filly for his outstanding work. But he wasn't fond of cultivation; all he wanted to do was serve her.

Apollo thanked him before returning to his spot, letting the commotion play out in the background.

He settled under his makeshift roof, and as he opened the basket, Bubba immediately appeared by his side, sticking his head inside.

Apollo yanked his companion away, who shrieked from the floor. "Can't you wait? I'll divide the food between us, so sit your *ss down."

Shaking his head, he handed the monkey a piece of chicken and began eating the rest. Once they were done, Apollo immediately resumed working to increase his strength. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

He decided not to beg for a few days, focusing on getting stronger as quickly as possible. The fight against the Mayor was about to begin, with Nathan, Mathias, and the headmasters already working in the background.

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Three days later, inside the Mayor's mansion, Holst entered the study and saw Klown sitting in his wide chair behind the table.

"I can feel it… he can't wait any longer… he can't wait…." Klown's whispers echoed through the room, cold and low, almost as if they spoke directly to the soul.

The butler let the mayor be and waited patiently. It lasted for a few minutes before Klown returned to normal.

As if the previous strangeness hadn't occurred, the mayor straightened and looked at Holst.

"How is it?" he asked.

"It's almost done," Holst answered.

"Good, but they're already aware, right?" Klown leaned back in his chair.

"Yes," Holst nodded. Seeing the carefree expression on the mayor's face, he couldn't help but feel curious. "They've removed the Monitors in the city, and the Line can't be completed anymore unless we do it now and hire people to finish it. But you said before that it's unnecessary. May I ask why?"

A confident smile appeared on the mayor's face at the question. "Do you think your mayor is a fool?"

"No, I wouldn't dare," Holst replied.

"Good, because I'm a genius," Klown said, leaning forward, his double chin moving along with him. "You see, I know they aren't d*mb—they're smart and will definitely figure it out. One way or another, they'll know. That's why I took the steps before I ran."

Holst didn't have to think hard to understand the mayor's meaning. "You mean… the Line is already complete?"

"The base is done, and we're just waiting for the wall to finish," Klown said. "Besides, that's not the only thing on the plate. I'll make them dance."

"You really are a genius," Holst praised.

"Of course," Klown smirked. "I'm not going to let this grand plan of ours fail. He couldn't wait anymore."

The "he" the mayor spoke of was someone Holst was dying to meet. But it wouldn't be long; as soon as the wall was finished, they would begin their plan.

"Let's go out and wait," Klown said, standing up from his seat. The chair creaked, and soon, followed by his butler, they arrived at a balcony.

The mansion was five stories tall, and from the balcony, they could see the wall in the distance, peeking over the rooftops.

"Once we succeed, this city will be fully mine," Klown muttered, his eyes glinting dangerously. "Then, the other cities—until I become the sole ruler of this region."

Holst remained silent, staring ahead. They waited a while longer before someone appeared before them, cloaked in a black robe that hid their face. The person knelt on the ground.

"It's done," the figure said in a mysterious voice.

"It's done…" the mayor repeated. "It's done. We will now proceed with the ritual."

"Yes, sir," the robed man replied before disappearing.

"Holst," Klown turned to his butler. "Can you kill them?"

Holst raised his hand, clenching it into a fist as the same red shadows enveloped him, and the temperature dropped instantly.

"I don't know if I can, but…" Holst looked at the mayor, a small smile forming on his lips. "I might not be able to kill Axton and Mathias instantly, but the others—leave them to me."

"That's good enough," Klown nodded. "After receiving his blessings, you didn't get stronger, but you gained enlightenment, which is almost as good. And I believe this enlightenment will allow you more growth in the future."

"That's all because of you, Mayor Klown," Holst bowed. After receiving the blessing, his mind had been flooded with visions, leading him to an enlightenment that enhanced his mastery of all his techniques.

Furthermore, when he attempted to cultivate, his progress sped up. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before he reached a stage where he'd be renowned everywhere. The more he thought about it, the higher the mayor's status rose in his heart—or rather, the status of the person behind Klown.

"That's good to hear," Klown said, placing his heavy hand on his butler's shoulder. "Let's start the ritual. The night is going to be chaotic… and fun."