"Bring us the food," Somay ordered.

As soon as they sat down, Somay instructed Soumay to bring the food, and quickly the table began filling up with various dishes that Maimoun had seen before and others he had never seen. Luckily, they were only filled on their side; otherwise, Maimoun wouldn't know how they'd finish such a feast.

"Please, eat to your heart's content," Somay declared, starting the family dinner.

"In the name of God," Maimoun said.

Before Maimoun began eating, he smiled as he noticed Somay and Stella looking at him. They had used a word they'd never heard before. Maimoun smiled and answered their questioning looks.

"It's for blessing the food and ensuring its sustenance. I learned it recently, just as you know, Father."

Somay nodded in understanding, and as for Stella, she couldn't help but wonder to herself. However, once she saw Somaia taking the lead, she didn't ask before she herself said it, and then the dinner officially began.

"Wow! This..."

Somay was the first to eat, his eyes widening in surprise but quickly hiding it from the others in the room. His belief was reinforced by what his son said about the experience he'd been through, then silently continued his meal.

The atmosphere in the dining room was refreshing, and a familial aura surrounded the trio, bewildering the attendants more than before. Just last night, there had been a collective dinner with the father and son, and the prevailing mood had been uncomfortable, so they wondered about this sudden change in one night.

Moreover, they noticed an odd behavior from Somay. He was eating more than necessary, even though he typically ate merely for show, not out of vital necessity. Everyone knew that individuals like him could go for extended periods without eating without any issue. For someone at his level, eating was merely a formality.

"He must be truly happy."

They couldn't help but link this behavior to the family atmosphere that had whetted his appetite. Nonetheless, it would have been logical even if he had eaten a little more, given that he was the most voracious eater at the dinner table.

Even Maimoun, tasting some of the foods for the first time that had never existed in his world, couldn't compete with Somay. He was thoroughly enjoying these new flavors, so foreign to his palate.

As usual, Maimoun began analyzing the details of this new experience, wondering whether the unfamiliar taste came from the new food or the new body with an entirely different tasting system. Or did he have a tongue that could taste things beyond his real one?

Maimoun was certain that the assumption of a new body with a completely different tasting system was wrong. He recognized some of the foods he knew well and had already tasted them. Regardless, Maimoun decided to stop giving hypotheses and denials. Now was the time for food, not thinking; thus, he decided to enjoy this moment as he should.

And so, the dinner passed with many smiles and more questions. Overall, it was the best dinner the servants had seen in a while.

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After dinner, Maimoun sat on his bed, preparing himself for sleep.

"This world isn't bad at all; it's filled with many interesting people and things," Maimoun adjusted himself on the bed for more comfort before continuing.

"It truly was a day filled with events and information. I even completed two entire tasks... Yes, speaking of completing the tasks."

Finally, after all this time, Maimoun remembered that he still hadn't received the rewards from completing the tasks. Before going to the rewards, he decided first to check his new statistics. As soon as he opened the notifications window, he received notifications he hadn't seen before.

[Congratulations on completing the honorable man's mission.]

[Reward: Skill Box, Regaining your fiancée's trust, gaining 55 experience]

[You have leveled up.]

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[Level 3 ==> 4]

[Name: Maimoun Stonehart

Age: 15

Gender: Human

Level: 4

Experience: 139/12

Class: Villager

Skills: None

[Titles: Lover of Beauty (1), Hater of Noise (1), Planner Before Execution (2)]

[Statistics:

Strength: 1.5

Speed: 0.91

Endurance: 0.71

Defense: 0.95

Intelligence: 2 (1.6)

Agility: 0.99 (1.1)

Energy: 1.05

Luck: 3.37

Handsomeness: 2.6

Charisma: 1.7]

"Very good, these are excellent results for someone who just started their journey in this world today. Just knowing that most of my statistics are comparable to those of a 33-year-old while I'm only 15, not to mention statistics like luck, intelligence, and Handsomeness... Wait, wasn't Handsomeness previously beauty? Anyway, these statistics have even surpassed those of a much older man. Truly frightening statistics."

"And what seems to have increased the most in this mission is charisma, which has increased by nearly half a unit."

Maimoun licked his lips as if he were about to start his main course.

"As for statistics, it's time to see what the skill boxes hold... But where will I find them first?"

Maimoun began searching through the system tabs to find these skill boxes, eventually locating the dimensional storage.

"According to RPG games, they must be here."

He clicked on that section, and a window popped up divided into many squares, like an extended fishing net. Although his expectation was correct, he was surprised nonetheless, and fortunately, this surprise was a happy one. Instead of finding two skill boxes, there were three.

"Lucky me, three skill boxes in one day!! But where did the third one come from?... Who cares about that; it's a free skill box, so no complaints from me. Let's see what these boxes hold for me."

He clicked on the box labeled 3, and a dark purple light appeared, followed by a notification.

"Congratulations! You have acquired the Appraisal Skill."

[Appraisal Skill (S+): A skill that allows you to perceive information, statistics, and other details about manufactured or raw items and even other individuals. The extent of insight depends on the level difference between the user and the subject being appraised, whether it's an object or a person in an inanimate state.]

"Hooray! What luck! From the first draw, I obtained an S+ rank skill, and it's the Appraisal Skill. Even though I know it won't directly enhance my combat strength, it will give me a significant advantage in gathering information."

After adjusting himself into a suitable sleeping position, Maimoun abandoned it and leaped high onto his bed.

"It's not just about gaining an advantage in knowing strengths to avoid and weaknesses of enemies to exploit in battles, but also in identifying valuable and undesirable items. I'll surely now no one can deceive me in this field. If I had it with a merchant, I'd amass a fortune. Anyway, its benefits will never diminish in the long run; they'll only increase as my level grows."

Maimoun rubbed his hands in anticipation, indifferent to the chaos his excitement had caused in his carefully arranged bed. Without waiting, he pressed the button again, very focused this time on the second draw. An alert appeared before him, but he decided not to bother reading it and closed it immediately because he want to see a n new skill.

"Congratulations! You have obtained the Professional Dishwashing Skill."

[Professional Dishwashing Skill (H-): ... Do I even need to explain this skill?]

"This system... It's... It's... Time to go to sleep."

Maimoun gritted his teeth in frustration, trying with all his might not to start screaming at the top of his lungs and cursing this system. In a moment of anger, he struck the table in front of him, causing the cup resting on it to fall to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break as the floor was carpeted with a soft rug that absorbed the impact, and Maimoun didn't even notice the cup falling.

Despite his anger, he ultimately suppressed it, and what made him endure was obtaining the Appraisal Skill. It seemed he had used up all his luck in this draw, so he didn't want any more wasted draws. He decided to wait, improve his statistics further to increase his luck, and then try his last draw with more optimistic chances.

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In the early morning, Maimoun woke up feeling refreshed. He had decided to start a new daily routine that would be healthy for this body, which had become accustomed to laziness and unnecessary indulgences. As he got out of bed and stretched his muscles, he accidentally kicked the cup of glass that he had knocked over the previous night.

There was a loud crashing sound.

"Ouch! What's this thing that knocked me to the ground?" Maimoun exclaimed, holding his head to alleviate the pain that had surged through that area. He searched the floor to find the object that had caused him to stumble, and discovered a fallen glass.

"Who's the fool who left a glass on the carpet? Wasn't this glass on the table in front of the mirror before I went to sleep?"

"....Alright, who's the idiot who put a carpet that muffles the sound of things falling in front of a table laden with so many items? Of course, it's not me this time," Maimoun reasoned to himself.

Maimoun realized that he was the reason the glass fell when he angrily struck the table the previous night. Upon seeing that he was the one who foolishly threw the glass onto the carpet, he decided to shift the blame onto the person who placed the carpet there.

"Maid!"

Maimoun called out for the maid, and soon the chief maid entered the room.

"Yes, young master?" she was Baya who anserd Maimoun

"it's you... who ordered this carpet to be placed here?"

"....It was you who gave the order."

"W..what?! When did I do that?"

"It was last night, young master. You said it would be better for your health to wake up to a warm carpet under your feet instead of the cold floor."

"...But... sigh, that's true," Maimoun conceded, realizing the reasoning behind the maid's action.