"Well… maybe, probably, it's because the toxins in my body haven't been fully cleared yet. That's likely the reason."
The female street brawler scratched her cheek awkwardly as she spoke—but in reality, she was lying.
Among street brawlers, aside from being aggressive, betraying bosses, sleeping with a boss's woman, and collecting protection money—the usual routine—any brawler with a bit of ambition would do one particular thing.
Practice poison arts.
That's right—poison techniques.
Some would take poison regularly, gradually building resistance until their bodies became immune to most toxins, or even turned into poison itself.
Others focused on how to spread the poisons they refined—using explosives or other methods. She belonged to this latter group.
Day after day, she either absorbed toxins or searched for poisonous substances. It could be said that, aside from a few extreme toxins, her body was more poisonous than most poisons themselves.
This was also why most doctors were helpless when it came to people like them.
Their bodies often rejected or neutralized ordinary medicine.
That was also why they rarely fell ill.
But once they did fall ill, survival became extremely difficult—because it meant their bodies could no longer withstand the ferocious toxins within.
They would poison themselves to death.
But none of that had anything to do with Leo.
"I feel like I completely got ripped off here…"
Leo complained.
After all that effort and money, he ended up with a woman whose entire body was toxic—completely unusable. Calling it a waste of effort was putting it lightly.
Even sticking a finger in felt dangerous—his fingernail had already warped. If he shoved his Demacian Greatsword in there and pulled it back out, forget the sword—there wouldn't even be a mushroom left!
"Well… how about I give you some poison I made myself as compensation?"
The street brawler scratched her cheek again, clearly at a loss.
"Forget it. Since it's come to this, just let it go. Help me find a few beautiful women who'll sleep with me for money instead. Preferably the kind with tragic backgrounds and miserable lives. Let's count that as repaying the favor of saving your life."
Leo sighed helplessly.
"Uh… that really doesn't exist."
The street brawler scratched her head again.
Because it really didn't.
"Any poor woman with good looks just goes straight to work in a brothel. Otherwise, they end up like me—as street brawlers, full of poison. As for those who aren't willing, no amount of money will work. So why don't you just go to a brothel?"
She looked at Leo, puzzled.
"I'm afraid of catching diseases. That's why I wanted to see if there were healthy people like you willing to sell themselves. Normally, healthy people shouldn't have those kinds of diseases… but you? You won't give me a disease—you'll kill me."
Leo answered bluntly.
He wanted to hurry back and send Lux home safely, but that didn't mean he was willing to let himself rot.
He definitely didn't want his prized mushroom turning into a red parasol.
If not for the fact that this girl was a virgin, he wouldn't have even considered touching her so casually. In this era, going to a brothel was basically asking to get infected with something.
"Ah… I see…"
The street brawler scratched her head again.
"Then it depends on whether you have enough money. If you're rich enough… you could try keeping those pro-wrestling types."
Disdain filled her face.
"That bunch cares more about performance than real combat, but they still need to eat, and training supplies aren't cheap. Every year, plenty of female wrestlers end up becoming someone's mistress or wife. They're easy to approach—just say you want to learn judo, and you can easily join them. After that, pick a pretty one with a good body, pay up, and you get one-on-one close combat. Give it some time, let her see your wealth and character, and she'll sleep with you."
She pointed down the street.
"But honestly, I don't get what's so good about those flashy types. Rules? What a joke. There are no rules or spirit in real combat—survival is what matters. Those people obsessed with performance will never understand what true martial arts are."
Her contempt was unmistakable.
Leo suddenly asked,
"They make more money than you, don't they?"
The street brawler fell silent. Her gaze turned dangerous.
"Yeah! Got a problem with that?!"
As she spoke, she reattached the triangular cloth between her legs, covering the quite cute-looking garden, then jumped off the bed.
"So I can't repay you anymore. When you're finally able to handle my poison, come find me again. I've got debts to settle!"
She turned to leave—but Leo watched her breasts swaying as she walked, especially under that tight outfit designed to give the chest extra space. They looked incredibly seductive, like coconuts wrapped and ready for sale.
After a brief moment of thought, he grabbed her shoulder.
"Your skin doesn't have poison, does it?"
"Huh?"
She looked at him in surprise, then curled her lips.
"I know what you're thinking. Too bad—yes, it does. Once I start sweating, toxins seep out. Are you sure you want to use this to get yourself off?"
She brazenly grabbed her own breasts and shook them in front of him. With Leo's experience, he immediately recognized it as a highly professional breast-play technique.
"You're clearly an inexperienced virgin. How are you this skilled?"
Leo asked.
She remained calm.
"When I was little, I lived next to a prostitute. She taught me—said that if I couldn't find food someday, I could use this instead of digging through trash. Wait…"
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"I remember now. I might actually be able to repay you!"
She looked at Leo seriously.
"First, let me ask—are you really rich?"
Leo glanced at his inventory. Tens of thousands of steel ingots sat inside. That alone could sell for a fortune here. And with the 7 Days to Die system, he could craft plenty of things to sell.
Like katanas.
Those should fetch a decent price in this world.
"I'm fairly rich. I'm planning to open a weapons shop."
Leo wasn't lying. He'd even picked the location—right next to Kelly's enhancement machine, selling nothing but katanas.
"Perfect! I know someone who practices judo! She's been desperate for money lately. If you don't mind short-haired girls, I can introduce her to you!"
Short hair. Judo.
A bad feeling rose in Leo's chest.
And the street brawler promptly confirmed it.
"She's young, but she's already an 'Eye of the Storm'! If you invest now, you'll definitely make a killing!"
I knew it.
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