Journey Through Dimensional Worlds

Chapter 5 Astounding Talent

back home.

Fubuki asked, "Sister, where is this?"

He Quan quickly answered, "It's where we're staying temporarily."

Tornado nodded.

Given the limited conditions here, He Quan will definitely move to a better living environment in the future.

Tornado pulled Fubuki to the sofa and made her younger sister sit down.

Fubuki hugged Tornado: "Sister, where have you been? I haven't seen you in so long, I missed you so much!"

Tornado hugged Fubuki back. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell her sister that her parents had sold her? Forget it, she decided not to explain.

However, to her surprise, He Quan, who was standing to the side, said directly, "Your sister was sold by your parents! I rescued your sister!"

Fubuki loosened her tornado, looked at He Quan with a blank expression, and asked, "Sell it?"

Tornado stood on the sofa, her small hands trying to cover He Quan's mouth to stop him from talking anymore; she didn't want her sister to know these things.

He Quan grabbed her hand in return and continued speaking to Chuixue, "That's right, we'll sell them! But your parents were just killed by bad guys, so you two will be orphans from now on."

Tornado: "..."

Why do you keep emphasizing this?

Fubuki didn't understand what an orphan was, still reeling from the shock of her sister being sold by her parents.

Why sell your sister?

He Quan approached Chuixue, squatted down to be at eye level with her, and took her soft little hand in his: "Don't worry, we'll live together from now on."

"By the way, I rescued your sister. How are you going to thank me?"

Fubuki tilted her head: "How should I thank you?"

Tornado activated her superpowers, broke free from He Quan's grasp, and immediately covered his mouth to stop him from speaking: "Don't make things worse!"

He Quan stuck out his tongue and licked Long Juan's palm. Long Juan was startled and quickly pulled her hand back, clenching it into a fist and hiding it behind her back.

"What are you doing!"

The small patch of skin in her palm was still burning. Tornado clenched her fist even tighter, hiding it behind her back, as if that hand had done something shameful.

"What? You want to keep it from her? And bury everything in your heart? Don't you think that's stupid?"

"Why don't you just explain things clearly? Your parents sold you, and they might sell Fubuki in the future. You're worried about her and want to protect her. Just say it directly."

Tornado felt as if He Quan had seen right through her. She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but nothing came out.

He Quan looked at Chuixue, reached out and pinched her little cheek, and said, "Your sister wants to protect you. You have a brave sister."

"Yes! My sister is very brave!"

Fubuki nodded vigorously.

When others praised her for being brave, Tornado suddenly seemed a little shy, her face turning slightly red.

Then, He Quan continued, "On another note, I rescued your brave sister, so how are you going to thank me?"

Tornado: "..."

"Fubuki! Ignore him!" Tornado sat down again and pulled Fubuki towards herself.

He Quan used a food tablecloth to create some dishes that children like to eat on the coffee table.

"Omelette rice. Strawberry cream pancakes. Hot chocolate..."

The food surfaced, steam rose, and aromas filled the air.

Another bunch of kids' food.

Tornado looked up at him, while Fubuki's eyes lit up.

"You all stay home and behave yourselves." He Quan patted Tornado's head and said, "I'm going out to take care of some things."

Tornado asked.

"When are you coming back?"

This was the first time she had asked this question.

He Quan replied, "This afternoon."

Fubuki looked up at him, still holding a half-eaten rice ball in her hand. Rice flour clung to the corner of her mouth, and the living room light shone in her round eyes.

He Quan reached out and used his thumb to wipe the glutinous rice powder off the corner of her mouth.

Fubuki blinked.

The door closed.

Tornado stared at the door for two seconds. Then she turned back and pushed the omelet rice towards Fubuki.

"Eat."

Fubuki picked up a spoon. She scooped up a spoonful of rice and egg crepe, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

She paused while chewing.

"tasty."

She scooped up another spoonful, a little faster than before.

Tornado looked at her.

It had been three years since they last met, and she wanted to say something.

I want to ask, "Are you doing well?", I want to ask, "Are your parents treating you well?", I want to say, "I think about you every night."

But she opened her mouth and only managed to say, "Eat more."

Fubuki nodded and reached for the waffle. Cream got on her fingers, and she bent down and licked it off.

Tornado reached out and, mimicking He Quan's gesture, wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth.

The snowstorm didn't try to hide.

Tornado's fingers paused on her face for a moment, then withdrew.

The living room was quiet. Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the edge of the coffee table. The steam from the omelet rice slowly dissipated.

"elder sister."

Fubuki put down the waffle and licked her fingers.

"who's that person?"

Tornado recalled for a moment and realized that the other party had never told her their name, so she couldn't answer for a moment.

Without giving it much thought, Fubuki asked again, "Did he rescue you?"

"Yes."

Tornado nodded.

"How should I thank him?"

Fubuki rubbed her toes back and forth on the coffee table leg a couple of times.

"Ignore him."

Long Juan frowned slightly.

Fubuki took a bite and then asked, "Are we going to live with him from now on?"

Tornado thought for a moment and said, "Probably..."

Fubuki slid off the sofa, walked around the coffee table, and stood in front of Tornado.

She reached out and hugged Tornado's neck.

The little arms wrapped around her, carrying the scent of strawberry cream and glutinous rice flour.

The tornado froze for a moment.

Then she raised her hand and placed it on Fubuki's back.

Fubuki buried her face in Tornado's shoulder.

......

He Quan stood in front of the counter of the mobile phone store.

"Give me a cell phone."

He Quan placed the cash on the counter.

The shop assistant glanced at the stack of banknotes, then at He Quan's face.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

A mobile phone and an anonymous prepaid card.

He Quan turned on his computer and downloaded several banking apps.

Opening an account was simpler than he'd imagined. Financial regulation in this world is almost endearingly lax. He filled out a few forms online using the temporary identification code provided by the blaster, and within twenty minutes, accounts at three different banks were all opened.

Then he went into the first restaurant.

He placed a piece of ribeye wrapped in plastic wrap in front of the manager.

"Fry it. Try it."

The manager looked at him for three seconds.

Then he picked up the piece of meat and went into the kitchen.

He Quan didn't have to wait long.

When the manager came out, his expression changed.

How much do you have left?

"a lot of."

The manager remained silent for a while.

"price."

He Quan reported a number.

The manager's eye twitched.

"make a deal."

"Long-term cooperation. You name your price."

By noon, each of his three bank accounts had received enough money to rent an apartment in downtown Z.

He used a gourmet tablecloth to create a batch of high-end semi-finished foods that could be eaten directly or further processed.

Zero cost, pure profit.

The semi-finished products transformed from food tablecloths are of incredibly consistent quality and taste excellent.

No restaurant would refuse.

Afterwards, He Quan entered the shopping mall.

Children's clothing section, women's clothing section, sleepwear section, daily necessities section...

All the clothes were bought according to his own aesthetic sense.

Fubuki's size was one size smaller than Tornado's, so he took two more.

Slippers, towels, toothbrushes, children's shampoo, hair dryer, hair ties, combs...

The girl at the cashier couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times while scanning the items.

A handsome young man bought two large bags of girls' clothes and a bunch of daily necessities by himself, paying without expression and without saying a word of nonsense.

She had already come up with three versions of the story in her mind.

He Quan didn't notice her expression as he walked out of the mall carrying the bag.

I found a deserted alley and took the bamboo dragonfly with me.

The bamboo dragonfly's leaves spin, lifting its body off the ground.

To be honest, He Quan felt that the bamboo dragonfly was a bit embarrassing and seriously affected his image.

There are also children's watches on their wrists.

There's no other way; he can only use a bamboo dragonfly now.

......

When He Quan opened the door, the living room was quiet.

The sunlight had moved to the armrests of the sofa, turning into a lazy orange-yellow.

Tornado and Fubuki huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

Fubuki leaned against Tatsumaki, her head resting on her sister's lap, her black hair spread out on the gray sofa cushions. Tatsumaki leaned against the sofa armrest, one hand on Fubuki's shoulder, the other hanging over the edge of the sofa, her fingertips almost touching the floor.

There was a small wrinkle at the hem of the navy blue skirt.

The omelet rice and waffles on the coffee table were all gone, leaving only a trace of cream on the plate. The hot cocoa cup was empty, with a light brown ring clinging to its side.

He Quan put the bag on the ground.

He went into the bathroom, hung the towel in the shower, and stuck the toothbrush into the cup.

Then he went back to the living room and squatted down in front of the sofa.

Dragon Curls' eyelashes fluttered.

She opened her eyes.

It took two or three seconds for my gaze to focus on his face.

"You're back."

His voice was hoarse from just waking up.

"Um."

He Quan said.

Tornado blinked, as if she wanted to say something, but drowsiness stuck the words in her throat. She closed her eyes again and sank deeper into the sofa cushions.

He Quan stood up, bent down and scooped Chuixue off the tornado's leg.

Fubuki groaned in her sleep, rubbing her face against his clothes, leaving a faint red mark on her cheek.

He Quan carried her into the room, placed her on the made-up bed, and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Fubuki turned over, curled herself into a small ball, and continued to sleep.

He Quan returned to the living room.

Tornado was still slumped on the sofa when he scooped her up too.

Her head rested on his shoulder, the warmth of her breath seeping through his clothes.

He Quan put her and Chuixue together.

Afterwards, He Quan returned to the living room and used the two lottery chances he obtained by touching Fubuki.

【Item: Master Key (Green Quality)】

The universal key, as the name suggests.

It looks like an ordinary key, with a metallic sheen, serrated edges, plain and unremarkable.

He Quan glanced at it and then put it back into the system.

[Item: Talent Awakening x1]

Hmm? Talent awakening?

Let me see what's going on.

He Quan used up his talent awakening attempts.

[Use confirmed.]

[Analyzing host physical characteristics... Matching...]

[Talent: Contentment and Nourishment.]

"???"

He Quan stared at those four words for three seconds.

What kind of talent is that?

He quickly glanced at the instructions, his pupils dilating slightly.

Pleasant enough to nourish the spirit.

Simply put, by touching a girl's feet, one can convert those points into attribute points for themselves.

The effects of the "Joyful Foot Nourishment" skill depend on the recipient's physical condition, special abilities, strength, and future potential, all of which will affect the generation of attribute points.

The stronger the girl, the more attribute points she provides.

As for the method of contact, the simplest is to taste it.

what?

Is this how I get stronger by adding points?

This is just... wonderful!

No wonder I have such an amazing talent!

(End of this chapter)