Free Web NovelChapter 6: Step 6 to Greatness: Learn To Appreciate Raw Beauty
Adrian woke up to the cackling of wood. His eyes shot open in fear, however, he wasn’t in the lush forest anymore.
"A cave? When did I get here?"
His relaxed nerves immediately tensed again. The last thing he remembered was falling unconscious, and then he woke up in a strange cave, with no memory of how he got there.
He looked towards the exit, only to see that darkness had enveloped the sky.
Just how long was I out for?
As he thought that, he heard some voices coming from there. Against better judgment, he walked to the entrance to see the shadows of two women bickering.
"I get bringing the female wanderer, but why did you bring a man here of all people?"
"Mika is injured, we need someone to hunt for us!"
"And that man is supposed to do it for us?"
"Yes! You didn’t see how he hunted those Wanderers. That snake you had, he killed that too!"
Although Adrian had heard the language for the first time, he understood every word they said. He didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking it was one of his ancestors’ doing. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
As if the latter woman had some sudden epiphany, she bent over and thrust a finger inside her throat as if she wanted to puke the snake meat out.
Geez, what kind of rampant misandrist did this world call upon?
Adrian couldn’t think of one reason why anyone would hate a man to such an extent that they would want to puke out food hunted by them.
Moreover, judging by the way they talked, they didn’t seem to be like those players he had encountered before.
However, that thought didn’t bring any relief to Adrian. If these women-like creatures were stronger than those men he killed earlier, then things would get nasty real quick.
Then again, if they wanted to kill him, they would have done so when he was knocked out.
Wait, and what about these wanderers they mentioned?
Hunted those wanderers and killed a snake. Adrian knew that part was about him. But why were the ones he killed got called wanderers, and he was referred to as just a ’man’?
Before Adrian could wonder about it more, one of the women entered the cave and stared at him. He, too, couldn’t help but stare at her.
The woman was easily over two meters tall and was genuinely too big in all the departments. Even though she wore a pelt skirt and her chest was covered with a grass-woven top, it couldn’t hide her voluptuous body.
Not to mention her long, brown, wavy hair that reached to her waist.
As someone who killed three people without breaking a sweat, he was strangely worried when he saw the woman there.
Before he could say or do anything, a screen appeared before him.
[High-quality woman detected!]
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Name: Amiya
Age: 31 (Earth Years)
Appearance Rating: 75 (Barely gets ancestors’ approval.)
Body rating: 89 (An ancestor is cursing fate for not having a body.)
Fertility: Does it matter with your gift? You have a field, get ready to plow it!
Evaluation: A decent female worthy of carrying lineage. Winning her over would yield bountiful rewards.
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Adrian’s mouth twitched when he read the attached comments. A woman like her barely passes their evaluation? Adrian thought they wanted to get him laid, but if their beauty standards were so high, he would naturally die a virgin!
[Heh, did you think we’d let you sow your seeds in any land?]
The Playboy ancestor’s words echoed in his head.
[That might have been the case if we weren’t helping you. Now that you have our blessings, the quality of females we’d appreciate has naturally increased.]
At this point, just tell me to marry my hand, unc! Wait a minute, why did this woman trigger my talent but not the girl from before?
[Are you stupid? I’m a playboy, but even I know not to stick my dick into crazy. That woman wanted to kill you, and you wanted to sleep with her?]
Sleep with someone who wanted to kill him? Of course not! Besides, who knew how many farmers had already plowed that land? Of course, he wouldn’t.
I never said I wanted to sleep with her. I was just wondering what the criteria is to—
[Don’t burden your 2MB hard drive with that. As long as we find a woman satisfactory, you can chase her. Once you prove you’re capable, we’ll leave you to your devices.]
Before they could continue their chat, the woman bent down to his eye level.
"Can you understand me?" she asked, pointing at herself.
"Yes," Adrian nodded.
As soon as he did, the woman sighed in relief and got back up. As she did, he caught a glimpse of her ample chest.
Stupid darkness, ruining the sight...
The woman turned around, beckoning Adrian to follow her out. Since she didn’t seem so bad and it would be a crime to ignore her swaying hips, he followed her out.
The next second, his mind almost got fried again with the barrage of notifications. It seemed his ancestors approved of the entire tribe there.
All five of the women there were at least two meters tall, had wheat-like skin, and wore similar pelt or grass-woven clothes. But more importantly, each of their bodies was more explosive than the last.
However, before his blood could rush somewhere else, it went cold the second he saw a familiar figure there. It was the same woman who had planned his death at the hands of her buddies.
"Why is that woman tied to a tree?" Adrian asked his guide.
Amiya heard him, but she didn’t seem interested in answering his question and kept walking ahead. She stopped before the only woman wearing a bird’s feather on top of her head like a crown.
"The man is awake, tribe mother," Amiya said, staring at her feet.
Perhaps not looking directly at her was a gesture of respect, but Adrian couldn’t help it. Even if he tried to lower his eyes, he would still gawk at the woman’s wide hips that seemed even bigger than Amiya’s.
Besides, by not looking at her, Adrian would be doing a disservice to himself as a man.
Unfortunately, the fun didn’t last long as the ’tribe mother’ turned to face him.
"...woah."
