System gold had many uses, including purchasing skills, training materials, and fucking robots. That’s right, I could purchase fully autonomous automatons to do my bidding. For a mere 5000 gold, a killbot could be mine that was a 12ft tall mech with mounted grenade launchers and plasma cannons. Robots were also for more mundane uses like mining, carpentry, and farming. For a little more than 10,000G, I could get a training robot built to deal with cultivators. If I felt especially frisky, there were sexbots of all shapes, sizes, and species. But my attention moved to the training tools and gunsmith robots for now.

Usually, I’d find something early game-breaking and save my gold for it, but the sheer usefulness of the training tools couldn’t be denied. There were weighted clothes to teach me how to reinforce my body with finer qi control, herbal remedies to soak my body in to toughen me up, and several pills that could boost my cultivation speed. A 500% increase in a particular qi-rich area would be beyond valuable. But, there was a problem, gold was a finite resource.

Sure, I had a lot of system gold now, but that wouldn’t last. I could sell spirit cores 10 mid-class to 10G or 100 Low Class to 1G to recoup my losses. Unfortunately, that would also strip the world clean of qi eventually. The trade wasn’t worth it, so I couldn’t spend my achieved gold on something I could get here eventually.

6950G was a significant sum of system currency nearly impossible to replace consistently. It was like a mobile game. At first, I would get all the gains, then it became a time sink unless I spent real-world money. But then again, there was the free-market option. I could buy and sell things with my fellow system users or users as the system called us.

With that in mind, what would I sell? From what I could tell, anything could be sold. By all the catgirl sex slaves, I understood what anything truly meant. The fact that there were already catgirl sex slaves meant that I was well behind the leaders in the system. Some catgirls sold for 200,000G.

It seemed the slavers would become old money first.

Just farming wouldn’t be enough; I would have to own multiple farms or a factory to keep up. Then the question became, what could I sell? I still held some morals, so selling people wasn’t an option. Well, what did gamers love more than sexy catgirl waifus? The answer to that is nothing but awesome weapons and loot are a close second. Some actually prefer the loot over the waifus. In this world, superior arms meant everything.

So, I made a few purchases.

Gunsmithing: beginners

Gunsmithing: handguns

Gunsmithing: Rifles

Gunsmithing: Semi-auto

Gunsmithing: Full-Auto

Gunsmithing: Three Round Burst

Gunsmithing Advanced

Engineering The Railgun

Formations For Dummies

Enchanting The Soul

The Basics Of Shamanism

Brick Laying For Dummies

Gunpowder For Dummies

Manufacturing Gun Qi For Beginners

Marketing For Dummies

ETC

At the cost of a mere 2000G, I gained a fat stack of how-to books. Now all I needed was weeks to go through it, months to put it in practice, and years to perfect it. I also needed a good slogan.

“Buy Red’s guns. They’ll kill a man dead.” I frowned at that; maybe I would do better learning what I could from the local gunsmiths.

The more I thought about it, the better the idea became I could branch out into armor and drones later. But, for now, gun-running would be my profession.

I could try them out on the populous first and cause some trouble.

A few peasant revolts might be entertaining. Of course, I could also do the farm thing as well.

My plan began to adapt as I thought about it. After I reached Nascent, I’d have a metal spirit in my vessel. Combining that with fire and making steel would be easy. But, when I really thought about it, cultivation made everything easier. I could make things with qi instead of by hand.

While the others were away, I read through the bricklaying book and used some wood qi to fiddle around with molds. My map revealed a lake nearby and identified the clay in its bed. So all we really had to do was gather it, then Emily could fire it, and boom, we had clay bricks. From there, building a house or two wouldn’t be too hard.

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I circled the spot where I planned to build my house.

It was one of the few level tracks of land in the whole hilly frontier. There weren’t many trees in the way either. Lots of orange flowers covered the area reaching up to my shoulders. There weren’t many ashen beasts here either their spirit core hunt slowed down, or something had thinned their local population. It wasn’t us.

After a few hours of scouting out the location, I found pawprints large enough to fit both hands within. My foot fell into something wet and gooey. A rotten meaty odor rose up to really clue me in on what I had just stepped in. If the pawprints hadn’t clued me in on a nearby predator, the pile of shit I had just stepped in did.

It was decided then as I violently scraped my shoe off on the ground, this was where I would build my hideout. There wasn’t a more perfect place. We even had a lake nearby.

Bricklaying with super strength would be fun. But, of course, we didn’t have any mortar to keep the bricks together. Fortunately, I had a plan. I would build a wall, lay my bricks and build another wall behind the bricks to sandwich them in. So now, all I had to do was build molds and figure out how to turn a seed into a wooden wall.

Really the most physically challenging part about it so far was twisting my fingers to make the seeds beneath my feet sprout. When I wasn’t brute-forcing stumps or stakes, the seeds needed a lot of coaxing. They knew how to grow up but not into a box. Using sap from them to coat the inside so the bricks wouldn’t stick made the wood feel any better. They wanted to grow tall into the mightiest trees they could be. Some even wanted to make a pass at murdering the trees around them as well. Honestly, I felt no pity for trees. They were all resource-hungry bastards.

So, while the girls were away, I decided to play with one of the trees instead of forming a box for brick molding or letting it grow high. Instead, I made it grow outward with massive roots. Then I used those roots like a backhoe to clear the land.

It took hours just to level the grassy field. From there, I dug a wide trench and tossed the dirt I didn’t need away. But, unfortunately, the seedling didn’t like it when I gave the end of its roots shovel-like ends. It fought me the whole way, and I had to expend more qi for every little change on top of the slow drip I already fed the seedling.

My idea was simple and rather minecrafty. I wanted a moat to prevent the ashen from stumbling into my home at night. The roots did a great job clearing out the dirt significantly when they grew wider than a man around. So with them, I cleared a place and used the plant to form our first home. To be blunt, I made a box.

Yes, it wasn’t my finest moment of construction, but moving dirt around with giant root tentacles came easier than forming a simple box frame to lay bricks against. As a result, I had a stake-filled moat and a reasonably large structure when I finished.

Once I dropped my control over the seedling, it settled into place. I approached one of the walls and placed my hand against it. Again, connecting with a single part of the greater structure came easier than working from a seed.

My ambition couldn’t be denied. Even if the seedling initially resisted forming walls, I’d be damned before it denied me a proper door. But I wasn’t after a simple one on wooden hinges. Crafting such directly from the wood itself was very possible.

I had two mid spirits, and a high spirit merged as my spirit vessel. One of those spirits was a purely wood spirit granting me impeccable control over wood qi. The design for wooden henges had already appeared clearly in my mind and would take little more than a tap against the wall to make them happen. They’d ensure the door remained attached to the whole and very much alive. That meant damage to the door could be healed over time.

But I wanted something more ambitious than a standard door. I wanted a sliding door. For that, I needed to put a task to the tree that I hadn’t dreamed of before. If making a box was difficult, then a wheel might be the difference between heaven and earth, as Ula once said. So upon the wall, I made my attempts, each a blemish on my house.

I made many ovals on my first attempt, but none rivaled the perfection of a proper wheel. Like an artist drawing multiple light circles, I experimented with paper-thin growths until I got it right. After removing the circle’s imperfections, I grew it out into a hardy wheel. I had to build a track inside the house and a guide for the wheels.

Tiny hairs from the greater structure fed the door the nutrients it needed while shut. They were fuzzy, easily broken, and reconnected.

Qi had continuously pumped from my spirit vessel to the structure as I worked. I’d lost track of time on the design of my lair and didn’t notice Shadbak’s return. She crossed the bridge I made for her. Wood qi control came easier the more I worked with it. To make the bridge, I used four seeds and fed them equally to cause their sprouts to shoot out and meet each other.

My tall orc woman crossed the bridge and looked over at the stakes poking out. “Is this where we’re sleeping tonight?” One of the ashen ran over the edge and impaled itself. I’d collect the spirit core later.

I raised an eyebrow, practically daring her to discourage it. “Is there a problem?” I asked.

Shadbak placed her bag of spirit cores on the ground and looked over my work. She bit her lower lip, revealing a set of white fangs. Damn her sexy green lips. I wanted to yank her inside and take her on the wooden floor.

I shook the thoughts away. Before, I had been content building my hideout. But, now my eyes couldn’t stay away from Shadbak’s wolf hide clad green titties and tight waist. “Emily won’t be back for a few hours. My eyebrows rose.

Emily and I weren’t official, and did I really need an excuse to pond some orc pussy? There was no sense in hesitating, and my hideout needed to be broken in.

Green skin excited me in so many ways. As the door behind me slid closed tiny vents opened at the roof to vent out the excess heat that came with Shadbak pulling off her furs. She blessed me with the sight of her luscious breasts and sinfully dark green nipples. The orc woman glowed with a slight sheen of sweat in the low light of our shack.

Then she stopped. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

When she paused, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. She quickly backed into a corner as I approached her. When I cornered the orc woman and yanked her remaining furs down, she let out an excited cry. Shadbak mashed her lips against mine, and they were full and luscious.

But I wanted something more carnal, traveled lower, and pulled her legs apart. Dark green puffy lips greeted me with the smell of a day’s work, care, and arousal. The peak of her green hood drove me down. I had to explore.

I touched my tongue against her hood and felt her clit stiffen. I turned her around with a jerk and forced Shadbak on her hands and knees. Her cunny twitched as I pulled her open for a better look. While I had her, I licked the purple, pink flower atop as it glistened with want. My tongue dipped and encircled her quivering urethra on my way to flick her clit. The tiny, almost heart-shaped clit swelled and bent inward while it throbbed.

After tasting her long enough for my mouth to smell like her depths, I grabbed her ass. Mere handfuls could never be enough; I wanted it more than anything else at that moment. No other thoughts came to mind more important than my current need.

She clenched once more before I pushed against her entrance. But, of course, my orc woman was very accommodating. When I bottomed out inside of her, she gasped like I was the biggest she ever had. I bent low and made sure to rub against her deliciously needy clit with every thrust. After a few thrusts, she looked back and flashed a fanged grin, then pushed back.

My orc woman smashed against me ruthlessly, tightened like a vice grip, and rubbed her clit up and down my length like it was the most essential thing in the world. I grabbed her hips and pushed, loving every clench as her clit slid against me. When I slipped in to the base, it felt like I was in deeper than I should be. Shadbak knew how to groan, clench, and drench me in her fluids.

I pulled out and dodged her latest backward thrust and let her tumble backward for a step before I caught her. There was something I wanted to do. Ever since we started fucking, I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her big green asshole flexed and clenched.

When her bottom touched the ground, I threw her legs in the air and pushed myself in deep before rolling us on our sides. My hand crept to her ass, and I caught one of her green nipples in my mouth. Her flower clenched as I pushed in deeper and grabbed ahold of her greenest part. Her clenching grew erratic as I plowed into her and let loose. Her legs wrapped around my waist while I unloaded within her.

“Let’s do this every day,” Shadbak mumbled.