Chapter 110: The Sword Saintess Has Androphobia
So, the question arises: among the twelve life skills, which should be upgraded first?
The answer, without hesitation, is brewing.
Shia made the decision without a second thought.
With his extensive experience in game completion, he knew that brewing was the most efficient, labor-saving, and far-reaching choice for spreading influence.
The universal appeal of fine alcohol made it an easy win across all races.
Different races had varying lifestyles, talents, and preferences. However, good alcohol was the universal language—beloved by all, from nobility to commoners.
In this world, brewing techniques were still primitive. They consumed a significant amount of grain and produced only average taste and yield.
But as a transmigrator, Shia possessed knowledge of distillation techniques.
Coupled with his max-level brewing skills, he could create a transformative change. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel⚑fire.net
By spreading this innovation, he could establish the foundation of a new truth and unlock the Dreamer class.
The "Brewing" skill on the Charm Ring's interface darkened as he selected it, and the "+" button turned slightly.
The brewing skill leveled up to 9.
At the instant he maxed out the skill, concepts materialized into reality. The skies trembled, and elemental waves rippled chaotically.
For a fleeting moment, the entire world fundamentally changed.
Sadly, the transformation lasted only an instant—so brief that most people didn’t notice, not even the gods.
The impact wasn’t significant enough, but Shia wasn’t disappointed.
Seeing the "Hidden Class Unlock Pending" marker on his interface, he smiled in satisfaction.
With his skill level sufficient, the next step was to combine max-level brewing with distillation techniques and spread it widely.
Shia immediately got to work, acquiring distillation equipment and preparing to revolutionize the brewing industry.
Distillation devices didn’t exist in this world. Many items he needed hadn’t even been invented yet.
Fortunately, Shia’s blacksmithing skills were also at a master level.
No distillation equipment? Then he would craft his own.
Transparent and heat-resistant containers made from Winter Crystals? Bought!
Top-tier blacksmithing tools? Of course, he needed the best—bought!
Exquisite dew from the Elven Kingdom, perfect for brewing? Bought!
“These, these, and these—I’ll take them all!”
After all, he wasn’t spending his own money, so why hold back?
Thanks to Lilith’s little treasury, he could gather these resources with ease. Otherwise, obtaining them would have been a challenge.
The gold stored in the Black Card was enough to sustain Shia until his first batch of brewing was complete.
If Lilith found out about his extravagant purchases, she’d likely be heartbroken. After all, it was her money—her hard-earned money!
Initially, he had claimed he needed funds to buy an elf, draining Lilith’s treasury dry. Despite getting the elf for free at an underground auction, he never returned the money.
Lilith, preoccupied with wooing the Elven Princess, had completely forgotten about it.
Even if she remembered now, it was too late. Shia had already spent it all.
After a busy morning, Shia stood in the basement, admiring the completed setup. Satisfied, he clapped his hands.
Indeed, having money made everything easier.
He silently "thanked" his fiancée, the Mary Sue-esque heroine, for her contributions—for a whole second.
Now, all that was left was to wait for the distillation process to finish and begin brewing.
Adding a little Windflame Fruit juice during brewing could enhance the richness of the flavor. While not everyone would like it, those who enjoyed strong alcohol would love it.
Shia stepped out of the villa to continue his shopping spree.
The Alinge Villa District was picturesque, with significant space between each villa. The area was filled with birdsong, blooming flowers, and an enchanting atmosphere enhanced by carved magical arrays.
Shia strolled through a garden, enjoying the scenery.
Unbeknownst to him, his figure caught someone’s attention.
On the terrace of a villa with a bluish hue, a pure and sacred figure stood silently.
As she gazed at the young man walking through the courtyard, her brows furrowed.
Her lips were a soft cherry pink, her delicate nose petite and lovely, and her smooth, almond-shaped face was no larger than the palm of a hand.
Golden hair, gently curled, spilled over her shoulders, partially veiled by a white, translucent headscarf. The sunlight bathed her locks in a soft golden glow, and the breeze gave her an ethereal air.
However, her eyes were covered, adding a layer of mystery to her already divine appearance.
Her white dress, reminiscent of a wedding gown, had a curved strapless design. Her voluptuous figure strained against the fabric, revealing a deep, enticing cleavage that concealed a pendant nestled between her full breasts.
The dress had intricate cutouts at the sides, exposing patches of her smooth, snow-white skin. The breeze lifted the hem slightly, revealing glimpses of her shapely, luscious thighs.
A golden belt hung loosely around her slender waist, adorned with a trailing ribbon that swayed gracefully in the wind.
Her entire appearance exuded a goddess-like aura, a beauty that could overshadow the divine.
This golden-haired woman stood poised, her sword resting lightly at her hip. Her expression, however, was cold and distant.
Despite her elegant and mature charm, there was an undeniable disdain in her posture as she gazed in Shia’s direction.
Why was there a man here?
Her brow furrowed further. This villa district was famously known as the "Goddess's Secret Garden," a haven strictly off-limits to men.
Now, this sacred space was tainted by an unfamiliar male presence.
Her full, luscious lips tightened into a line, her expression clearly showing displeasure.
This wasn’t directed at Shia personally—her disdain stemmed from a deep-rooted androphobia, a reflexive rejection of all men.
Meanwhile, as Shia was engrossed in his brewing endeavors, the succubus princess avoided him like the plague.
The moment he returned home and opened the door, the succubus maid, who had been tidying up, darted away as if she had seen a ghost.
Shia paused, baffled. Was that really necessary?
For a moment, he doubted himself. Was he truly such a villain, a menace to innocent women?
Despite the breakthrough in their relationship a few days ago, Rong had reverted to her socially anxious self, avoiding him at all costs.
Previously, she could at least speak to him normally. But now, after their intimate interaction, she seemed even more terrified than before.
It was as if she wanted to put an entire world between them.
If not for the limited space in the living room, Shia suspected she’d flee even farther.
This had been going on for three days.
Two days ago, the scene had been the same. Rong clutched her broom tightly, retreating to a corner and busily cleaning to avoid eye contact.
Though Shia found her behavior unnecessary, he understood. A socially anxious girl caught in such an intimate situation would naturally be embarrassed.
He figured she’d come around eventually.
Preoccupied with brewing, Shia decided to give her space.