Beggar Cultivation System

"You killed him, right? Big Chub," Apollo said, his eyes glancing at his beggar spot before staring back at the martial student in front of him.

"Big Chub?" Arke shook his head. "I don't know him, but I did kill a few this morning."

"Almost two meters tall, round, double chin," Apollo described the features of his friend.

"Oh, I get it! That one from the Slumstreet. Yeah, I killed him. Why?" Arke asked, a smirk appearing on his face. "You want revenge?"

"I just wanted to confirm it," Apollo said, his lips turning into a smile. "So, what brings you here? Don't tell me you are here… because of me?! I told you I'm not into the same gender, and especially not older guys!" He shouted the last words, causing passersby to look in their direction.

Looks of disgust immediately fell upon Arke, who glared at them, but this action only made him appear guilty.

"You know, kid, f*ck you," Arke cursed, spitting in front of the beggar.

Seeing this, Apollo raised an eyebrow. He gathered saliva in his mouth and spit on the ground. "F*ck you too."

"Haha, you are not afraid of some trouble," Arke chuckled, spitting again on the ground in annoyance. "I see that you are also going to enter the Advancement Examination. What can you do without even a Cultivation?"

"Who said I do—" Apollo didn't continue his words as he realized something. This guy doesn't know I have cultivation? Why? But I can clearly tell if a person is a cultivator or not. This guy can't do that? Better ask the System later.

"Why don't we see it then?" He spit again.

"Sure, kid, but… I will definitely kill you," Arke said. He was about to spit for the third time but saw the passersby looking in his direction. In the end, he just swallowed his saliva.

He could actually kill him at any other time, as framing a dead person as someone else is easier. But he wanted to have fun for a bit and humiliate this kid in front of thousands of people. A revenge for how the beggar humiliated him by making him look like someone who likes boys.

Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth, especially now when some passersby were still looking at him with disgust. Holding back his rage, he took a deep breath to calm down. "See you, kid. You better make sure that you attend, or I will make you suffer and wish you were dead."

Arke turned around and walked into the distance. Even if the beggar didn't attend the Advancement Examination because of his threat, he would still kill him. Fortunately, his task was extended for two more days, giving him time to dispose of the beggar and make him seem like the Leone Heir. Does he believe that he is going to fool them?

Arke was certain that there's no way for them to know if the dead person was the Leone Heir or not. And in the worst-case scenario, he would just run for his life.

The beggar just stood there, watching the martial student leave.

"Nah, who's fool enough to show themselves to the world when enemies are lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on their prey?" Apollo muttered, shaking his head before he went inside his beggar spot.

Sitting cross-legged under his makeshift roof, he asked the System. "Hey System, how come Arke didn't know I have cultivation?"

A light blue interface appeared in front of him with words materializing, followed by the System's voice.

"You are the True Beggar; you are nothing but a human begging for alms. As the True Beggar, you will never emit Qi as only Cultivators can do so."

Hearing the answer from the System, Apollo couldn't help but tilt his head. "True Beggar? D*mn, that's a cool but degrading title. Anyway, so I can't emit Qi, therefore I'm not a Cultivator, but I can still use the Qi and act as a Cultivator?"

"Correct," the System answered.

"It's like you found a loophole just to not label me as a Cultivator," Apollo muttered, shaking his head. The interface disappeared as he sighed.

Thinking about it, however, Apollo realized it's actually a good thing. He doesn't have to worry about strong Cultivators finding trouble with him because his cultivation is lower than theirs. They will just see him as a beggar and nothing else. Well, they can still bully him because they see a beggar on the street and want to pass their time or have fun.

Nevertheless, it's not like he will just let them bully him.

While he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a knock on the wall in front of him.

Apollo saw a hand from the other side and immediately knew who it was. "It's finally lunchtime?" He stood up and went outside his hiding place.

The moment his figure appeared, Ned, who didn't dare peek inside, stood up straight and handed over the lunch basket in his hand. "Here you go. It has fried chicken, meat from a Thunderpig, and a glass of milk."

"Thanks," Apollo smiled, taking hold of the basket. "I greatly appreciate what you guys are doing."

"You're welcome," Ned smiled back. "No, we should be the ones saying thanks. Although I don't know why my Goddess greatly values you, I know it's for the good of this restaurant."

"Haha, you're not angry that I beat you up?" Apollo asked, glancing at the server's bandages.

"W-wait! Y-you're the one who beat me up?" Ned stood like he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes widened in realization and shock.

Seeing this, Apollo immediately waved his hand. "Okay, bye!" He hurriedly went back to his beggar spot.

He opened the basket, and the smell of the fried chicken along with the meat from a monster wafted up. Apollo licked his lips. Although Big Chub had just died, the beggar still had an appetite. No, even if the world were to fall, if there's food in front of him, he would definitely eat it.

No matter how sad one might be, there's no greater sadness than having an empty stomach.

"Sorry, Big Chub. I'll mourn your loss another time," Apollo prayed for his friend before he started digging in.

He didn't think much about the fried chicken as he had already eaten one that morning and his palate was familiar with it. However, when he looked at the Thunderpig meat, he couldn't help but be in awe as it was perfectly cooked. Every side of the meat was the same color. Nothing was overcooked or undercooked.

Is this the power of having a cultivator as a chef? Apollo thought while slicing the meat. Then he put a piece in his mouth, and the juices from the meat and the coconut oil exploded in his mouth.
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