Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

The casual tone was gone again.

There was something strangely confident about the way he said it, as though the matter had never been in doubt.

Liam’s mind immediately went back to the city gate.

The guard.

That strange look.

At the time, Liam had noticed it but hadn’t thought much about it. The guard had stared at him for a little longer than necessary, and there had been something almost like recognition in his eyes.

Liam had assumed it was simply because of his appearance or the fact that they were outsiders.

Now he wasn’t so sure.

"The guard."

The dwarf smiled.

"Yes."

Liam’s eyes narrowed.

"That guard who looked at me strangely."

"Yes."

"You know him."

"I do."

The dwarf took a drink from his pouch.

Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"He belongs to me."

Silence.

Liam stared at him.

The realization settled slowly.

The moment they had arrived at the city, someone had already known they were coming.

The Seer’s influence extended farther than he had imagined.

She hadn’t simply given him a map.

She had arranged everything.

The challenge.

The journey.

The city.

The blacksmith.

Even their entry into the city had apparently been expected.

Liam’s expression became thoughtful.

The dwarf noticed.

"You’re wondering how I knew."

"Yeah."

"I already told you."

He leaned back.

"The Seer."

Liam frowned.

"That’s not really an explanation."

The dwarf laughed.

"You ask too many questions."

"And you answer too few."

"Then we’re even."

Liam stared at him for another few seconds before finally sighing.

He had a feeling dealing with this dwarf was going to be a nightmare.

But there was something else that bothered him.

The sword.

His eyes slowly shifted toward the weapon lying nearby.

Even after everything that had happened, he still couldn’t understand it.

The sword looked like a piece of garbage.

Its surface was worn.

Its metal looked ancient.

There wasn’t even a proper shine to it.

Yet when he had tried to lift it, the weapon had forced him to his knees.

And when he finally drew upon the golden power within himself and lifted it, the sword had destroyed the table with a single impact.

Liam looked at the dwarf.

"You made that sword too, didn’t you?"

The dwarf glanced at it.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

"That?"

He sounded almost offended.

"That isn’t even finished."

Liam’s eyes widened.

"What?"

The dwarf chuckled.

"You heard me."

Liam looked at the sword again.

His expression slowly became complicated.

A weapon that had nearly crushed him simply because he tried to lift it was apparently unfinished.

What kind of blacksmith was this?

The dwarf leaned forward and rested his elbows against his knees.

"I have been waiting for you for a very long time."

The words immediately pulled everyone’s attention back to him.

His voice carried a strange weight now.

The drunken fool from moments ago seemed to disappear completely.

For the first time, they were seeing the person hidden beneath the ridiculous exterior.

A legendary figure.

Someone the Seer herself had trusted with their future.

The dwarf’s eyes moved from Liam to Tatiana, then Irina, Leonid and Gregor.

"The Seer has assigned me a task."

He paused.

"To find and forge the most suitable weapons for every one of you."

Tatiana’s eyes widened.

Irina slowly stepped closer.

Leonid’s expression became serious.

Even Gregor stopped smiling.

Liam remained completely silent.

Weapons.

Not ordinary weapons.

The most suitable weapons for each of them.

Something about those words made the atmosphere inside the ruined shop change.

The dwarf leaned back in his chair and took another drink.

His eyes settled on Liam.

"And judging by what I just witnessed..."

His grin returned.

"...you are going to be the most troublesome one."

Liam furrowed his brows when the dwarf casually announced that he would be the most troublesome one to deal with. There was something about the way the old dwarf had said it that immediately irritated him. It wasn’t even an insult this time, at least not directly. The dwarf had simply looked at him for a few seconds with those bloodshot eyes of his, rubbed his enormous beard and declared that Liam would be the difficult one. Liam had spent the last several minutes being insulted, crushed beneath an absurd sword, thrown into an abandoned cauldron and then called a rat, a barking dog and a dirty pig. Somehow, hearing that he would be troublesome felt like another insult added to the growing pile. He stared at the dwarf with narrowed eyes, but the old man had already turned away as though the matter had been settled.

"I know what I have to do," the dwarf said, stretching his short arms above his head before letting out a long yawn. "You lot should go rest today. Come back tomorrow." His tone made it sound as though he had just given instructions to a group of troublesome children who had wandered into his workshop. Nobody argued. After everything that had happened, there was little reason to. Even Liam eventually gave a reluctant nod, although his expression suggested that agreeing with the dwarf was physically painful. He was the first to stand, pushing himself out of the chair with a sigh before walking toward the door. His mood had already been terrible, and somehow he knew it was about to get worse.

The moment Liam stepped outside, he stopped dead.

For several seconds, he simply stood there.

He looked down at himself.

Then he slowly looked at his arms.

Then he looked at his hands.

Then he looked at the people walking past the shop.

His entire body was still covered in black soot from the cauldron. His face was almost completely black, his clothes were ruined and stained beyond recognition, and the only parts of his face that remained clearly visible were his eyes and a small portion of his teeth whenever he opened his mouth. He looked less like the handsome young man who had walked into the city earlier and more like someone who had spent the last decade living beneath a chimney. Liam slowly turned his head toward the others, hoping perhaps they would still be inside and he could somehow pretend this situation did not exist. Unfortunately, they were already walking out behind him. Leonid stepped through the doorway first, followed by Gregor, Tatiana and Irina, and all of them immediately saw him standing there. Nobody said anything. That silence was somehow worse than laughter.

A few pedestrians passing nearby slowed down to stare at him. One woman actually moved her child slightly closer to herself as she walked past. Liam’s eyelid twitched. "For fuck’s sake," he muttered under his breath. He couldn’t believe it. He had entered this city as an extremely handsome twenty-year-old man with an appearance that could make people stare without even trying, and now he looked like someone who had crawled out of a fireplace.

He considered asking someone for directions to a bathhouse.

That would require admitting that he was, in fact, the filthy creature standing in front of them.

Liam sighed deeply and decided to endure it.

They hadn’t even taken more than a few steps when Agatha and Mary suddenly emerged from the crowd ahead. The two witches had clearly been searching for them, and their expressions immediately brightened when they recognized the group. Agatha lifted one hand in greeting while Mary smiled, but that happiness lasted only until their eyes landed on Liam. Both women stopped.

Their smiles disappeared.

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