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“Ellyn has become an intermediate player?”

“Yeah, it’s a rumor that she became one thanks to becoming a devotee at the ‘Gold Hand Labin’ temple.”

Ellyn received a buff.

She also started wearing much more powerful equipment made by Labin.

Thanks to that, she was promoted to an intermediate player.

This fact became a huge topic at the novice guild the next day.

“Is it true that Ellyn has become an intermediate player?”

“Wow, is gear really the best way to level up? Maybe I should go worship the Gear God too…”

“I can’t blame it on gear anymore… It seems like it’s all about skills now.”

Common (ordinary), uncommon (advanced), rare, epic, legendary, mythic.

This grading system was a concept seen in various other RPG games for equipment.

However, for me, it’s a classification system for ‘people.’

And that too, based on ‘how easily they become lewd.’

So, does a higher grade just mean it’s harder to corrupt?

Not necessarily.

“Higher grades provide more mana.”

That’s not all.

With the growth of religion, one can be appointed to higher positions.

For example, not just a simple devotee but apostles or even higher-ranking ones like bishops, popes, and the like.

For the lowest grade devotee, if their lewdness reaches 999, they can summon you to their bed.

Engaging in sexual relations, directly or indirectly, earns mana.

On the other hand, higher positions can be summoned with lower levels of lewdness.

Even this time, I gained mana by engaging with Ellyn.

I could feel the mana writhing inside me.

The problem is that low-grade individuals like Ellyn don’t provide much mana.

“In the end, it’s better to target higher grades emotionally or intellectually…”

Most people are common in gray or uncommon in green.

Rare in blue or epic in purple are hard to come by unless you’re near a church.

Even if you manage to find them, there’s a chance they already worship another god.

According to the knowledge in my head, there are only three mythic-grade individuals across the continent.

Therefore…

“…I have to somehow seduce Melvia.”

My six senses were drawn towards her.

When Ellyn’s buff wore off, she couldn’t exert any power in the intermediate dungeon.

She came whining to the temple.

“Master… Is there no better equipment available…?”

“To get better equipment, you need suitable materials.”

“What kind of materials do you need?”

“At the very least, you’ll need ogre fangs or wyrm wings to make something decent.”

Up to a certain level, you can ask Ellyn to buy materials available in the market and offer them.

But beyond a certain point, only unobtainable materials are needed.

Things that are hard to come by at Ellyn’s current level.

“Sigh…”

“It must be tough at your level. But there’s another way.”

As Ellyn pouted, I made a proposal, and she perked up.

“What is it?”

“Make Melvia believe in our religion.”

At my words, Ellyn scratched her head.

“It won’t be easy… Melvia is quite skeptical…”

“I’ve said it before, I have no ill intentions towards you. But if we succeed this time, I might be willing to help once more.”

Ellyn’s eyes widened at my words.

“T-then I’ll give it a try. I-I’ll definitely do it!”

In an instant, Ellyn dashed out of the temple.

Labin turned away from the screen, lost in thought.

“Melvia… If I can just make her a devotee, I think I can manage somehow…”

It might take some time.

Melvia’s figure was too lewd to be considered ‘mythic’ grade.

A body shaped like an hourglass.

And dressed like a woman down to her toes.

Even though it’s questionable if she fits the ‘mythic’ grade, it’s certainly exotic.

But undeniably mythic.

Even in terms of lewdness alone, Elinn’s count had easily surpassed 900 from the very beginning.

On the other hand, Melvia was at 0.

What kind of backstory could she possibly have to behave like this?

At this point, there is no way to know.

Now that things have turned out this way, I want to find out for sure.

More precisely, I want to conquer.

I decided to check out Melvia’s daily routine.

***

After finishing settlements at the guild, Melvia ran through a small alleyway.

She looked around nervously and entered a building without even changing her equipment.

Creak—

The shabby wooden building, covered in mold, seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

At first glance, it appeared to be an old house.

However, written on the roof was the following:

[Our Training Grounds]

With a creaking sound, Melvia opened the wooden door.

Creak—

Inside the training grounds was a space of about 20 pyeong.

In the innermost part stood an elderly man holding a staff.

In front of him, several young children were practicing with wooden swords.

“Master, I’m here.”

As she greeted by removing her helmet, the elderly man welcomed her warmly.

“Melvia, you’ve worked hard… It seems like it’s about time to replace that helmet.”

“…I think I’ll have to use it a little longer.”

“I see…? Well, there was a donated chest plate though.”

“Just wait a moment.”

“No, Master. I’m fine…”

Ignoring Melvia’s protests, the elderly man opened a door behind him and brought out the chest plate.

“The retired person took good care of it.”

Handing over the plate, the elderly man nodded as Melvia gratefully accepted it.

“…Thank you!”

“Someday, when you have the means, make sure to repay those who helped you.”

“Yes, I will definitely repay their kindness.”

Indeed. Relationships of grace must always be taken seriously.

Muttering so, the elderly man asked Melvia, who was organizing her bag.

“So, how was the dungeon today? Did it go well?”

Melvia was completely stuck on the 20th floor of the dungeon.

“…It’s still blocked. I think it’s a problem with my skills.”

In a situation where she only used equipment handed down by others.

Yet, she couldn’t blame the equipment.

Is it the equipment or her actual skill?

A topic that comes up when customers at the tavern only drink.

Melvia’s mentor, the elderly man, always emphasized ‘actual skill.’

“Yes, effort never betrays you.”

Sometimes, her words raised doubts, but it was all in vain.

Having doubts wouldn’t magically give her the money to buy new equipment.

Melvia silently grasped her sword.

The elderly man took a sip of his mug and continued, “Your efforts will bear fruit someday. Remember, don’t rely on equipment.”

She had no choice but to devote herself to training.

…

“…So that’s why she’s dressed like that.”

She was so poor that she couldn’t afford to buy equipment.

That’s why she had to wear second-hand gear.

Such a sad story.

If she becomes my believer, I am confident that I can make her well.

[Ravenje Special Fabric x9]

There are still 9 pieces of special fabric left.

With the aim of conquering someone like Melvia of Mythic grade, I plan to use up the remaining 9 pieces.

After sweating profusely, Melvia left the training grounds.

Where will she go next?

Quietly focusing on the screen, she was seen heading towards the tavern.

I thought she might be drinking, but she didn’t order alcohol at the tavern; she just drank water.

She simply sat next to her female colleagues and engaged in conversation.

“You went to the intermediate level this time, right? Too bad. I’m going to try the beginner level.”

“Yeah, Melvia, hang in there. Where are you going after this? Are you going to that place again today?”

“Yes, I’m going to charm the men again. Hehehe….”

“Ugh, what’s the point of going intermediate? I don’t even mess with guys. Envious…”

“Well, going intermediate might be better.”

Messing with guys?

Checking Melvia’s stats now, that’s a lie.

But why Melvia is telling such lies was quickly revealed.

“So, I’ll give you tips for going intermediate. Will you ask guys for me?”

“Sure.”

Deal made.

Female adventurers enthusiastically passed on tips to Melvia.

After listening intently to the tips, Melvia stood up from her seat.

“Thanks, then I’ll ask the guys.”

Melvia turned to the male adventurers in the tavern.

Without saying a word, she casually tapped them and gestured towards the seat she had been occupying.

The male adventurers who had been eyeing Melvia eagerly stood up and –

Naturally, they joined her at the table.

However, Melvia did not sit down.

She whispered to her female companions.

“Hmm, I’m going to mess with others elsewhere. You all have fun here. Enjoy yourselves.”

“Wow, as expected of Melvia! Thanks!”

Melvia’s appearance was not up to par for the men present.

That was silently agreed upon by everyone there.

Melvia left the tavern as it was, without messing with the men she had intended to.

“Wow… there are no special ladies around.”

Every moment is filled with training and plans for self-improvement.

She goes to the dungeon, sleeps for a day, tries to defeat the boss, heads back to the training ground, trains, then goes to the tavern to receive tips from intermediate adventurers.

Melvia continued this 48-hour pattern repeatedly.

“…But you don’t need to go through this trouble if you come to me, right? Isn’t that so?”

“Squee…! Squee…! Yes… M’Lady Juin… Churrip….”

Some train until bedtime, while others run straight to their beds like spring chickens.

Of course, the latter yields better results.

Anyway, Melvia needs to experience this taste too.

From observing Melvia’s pattern –

It was certain that waiting for Melvia to come exhausted was a mistake.

Although I instructed Elinne to persuade her, it ended in complete failure.

Even if there’s a risk involved, I must extend my hand first.

I picked up some fabric from the table.

“I’ll make a piece of clothing for her, go and give it to Melvia.”

“Squee… Yes… Hnng…♡”