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"System: You have been awarded the title 'Despicable Scoundrel'."

"Despicable Scoundrel" (Stubborn Bronze) (Unredeemed): Your talent for despicable acts has just begun to emerge; you still need to work harder. After equipping this, it will increase the favorability of other players.

"System: You have gained 1 honor point."

Jun Quxie's face remained expressionless, and his heart did not skip a beat.

So what if I'm despicable? Did I eat your rice? Why are you targeting me like this?

Damn title system.

As long as I hold the righteous path in my heart, I will remain undaunted by any ridicule from any direction.

Feng Wuhen's lips twitched involuntarily as he desperately tried to explain for Jun Quxie.

“It is understandable to occasionally resort to extraordinary measures for a great goal.”

“A true hero can bend and stretch. I believe the Evil Lord is extremely ashamed at this moment. Just look at his face; it's so ashamed it's turned black.”

The comments section was quite lively.

"That's shame?? That's clearly just overexertion, isn't it?"

"Hilarious! So even experts use these little tricks."

"This is the most authentic version of her. She has no idol baggage at all in front of the camera. I love it!"

"Aww, even the way my husband steps on his toes is so cool."

……

There aren't many rules in country pub matches, and old Thorne had no reason to stop the match.

The match continued...

Jun Quxie is capable of performing actions like stepping on someone's toes, which have no limits.

But Simpson, the infamous "Hornbreaker" of Loguetown, couldn't bring himself to do something so outrageous.

He could only turn his grief into strength.

As a result, the force in his hands became even more powerful.

"Beast."

Jun Quxie's ridiculously handsome face began to contort.

As Simpson took things seriously, the slight advantage he gained by stepping on her toes immediately vanished.

The scales of victory tipped in Simpson's favor once again.

"Damn it, I absolutely cannot lose!!"

Jun Quxie didn't want to wait another week; he hardened his heart.

We are all men.

Men understand men best.

Men all have weaknesses.

Once a weakness is exploited, even the mighty cudgel can be rendered pliable.

There's only the difference between being despicable the first time and doing it countless times.

Now that we've started, there's no turning back.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Jun Qu made a snap decision, gritting his teeth.

He raised his right foot, mustered all his strength, and with a desperate gamble, delivered a powerful kick...

Bang! !

He kicked Simpson in the groin.

Click.

A sound like an eggshell breaking.

"Ouch!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through Thorne Bar, lingering for a long time.

hiss~

Countless people gasped in unison.

Most of the people here are men, and even if they haven't experienced this kind of pain, they can imagine what it's like to be in someone else's shoes.

"Damn despicable bastard."

"Simpson, fuck him!!"

"What a despicable outsider."

In an instant, Jun Quxie became a despicable person condemned by everyone.

Simpson's eyes rolled back as Jun Quxie kicked him, and he almost fainted.

The force in his hands naturally dissipated.

"Oh!"

Simpson slammed the back of his hand hard on the oak round table.

"I won."

Jun Qu Xie shouted loudly.

Feng Wuhen, sitting in the audience, covered his face with his sleeve. He never imagined that one day he would feel ashamed of the behavior of others.

"I really can't defend this wave anymore."

……

"System: You have been awarded the title 'Despicable Army'"

"Despicable Army" (Unyielding Silver) (Not Redeemed): Your despicable skills have been achieved, but not yet at their peak. Wearing this will reduce the favorability of other players by 100.

"System: You have gained 2 honor point."

...

"Hint: Thorne's favorability towards you has decreased."

"Hint: Allen's affection for you has decreased."

"Hint: Stephen's affection for you has decreased."

"Hint: Hopkins's favorability towards you has decreased."

.......

"Hint: You have become the most unpopular person at Thorne's Bar."

……

"This move was a bit underhanded, but it achieved its goal. And no other players saw it."

"It's alright, not a bad deal."

Jun Wuxie comforted himself in this way.

"No, Feng Wuhen saw it. We'll threaten him with a knife to shut him up later."

Jun Quxie turned to look at Feng Wuhen, his gaze gradually turning sinister.

Old Thorne adhered to the mercenary principle of keeping his word, though he longed to brutally penetrate Jun Quxie's anus with a bone club and utterly destroy his despicable heart and soul.

But at this moment, he had no choice but to take out a gold coin engraved with Simpson's signature and hand it to Jun Quxie.

"Hmph, you despicable brat, you filthy adventurer, I curse you to never see the sun rise again. Take your gold and get out of my bar; you're never welcome here."

"System: You have obtained the token 'Iron Fist Gold Dollar'."

Jun Quxie accepted the gold coins and left "Thorne Bar" in high spirits.

As he was leaving, he called out to Simpson, "Simpson, I owe you a favor. If you ever have any trouble in the future, you can come to me. I believe I can definitely help you out then."

"Anyway, I'm sorry about today."

"Because I really need it."

Jun Quxie tossed a gold coin, which he then caught in his hand.

This is not just a gold coin, but a token—a token representing power.

……

A chilly night wind blows outside Thorne Bar.

Jun Quxie stared intently at Feng Wuhen.

At that moment, I felt like killing him.

This guy actually started a live stream.

My despicable act was broadcast live.

If it weren't for the private message from the deity Yuge, he would still be in the dark.

Now, the forum is full of "hit his balls".

"Idol, you have to believe me. My intention was to clear your name of those slanders online."

"I never expected that you would yourself have smeared those slanders."

"Now you're even more black than before."

Jun Quxie's face was ashen, and killing intent surged in his chest.

Feng Wuhen sensed something was wrong and his survival instinct kicked in: "Idol, this isn't actually a bad thing. Many players online are thanking you for finding a way to make money for them."

Jun Quxie: "..."

Now that things have come to this, he's come to terms with it.

Although the character setting at the beginning of this life is a bit strange, it's still better than those who have the burden of being a strong person and always putting on airs.

"Now, right now, log off immediately and stop following me, or I'll kill you."

An undisguised threat.

Feng Wuhen: "..."

Jun Quxie had other things to do and didn't want to run into Feng Wuhen again.

Feng Liuli's assessment of him was absolutely correct: he was neither good enough to accomplish anything nor good enough to cause any trouble.

Feng Wuhen's figure gradually faded until it disappeared.

Jun Quxie turned and walked away.

He had only walked two hundred meters when Feng Wuhen reappeared.

“My idol, I can’t just stand by and watch you go astray. It’s my responsibility to help you correct your thinking.”

……

The streets of Rogge at night are only frequented by drunkards and prostitutes.

Jun Quxie walked briskly through the dark night, stopping only when he reached the notice board of the lord's mansion.

The bulletin board was covered with notices to all the fellow countrymen in the town, some of which were already covered in dust and bird droppings.

These letters to all the townspeople were a heartfelt appeal to any capable warriors to contribute their strength to the town, whether it be to rid it of monsters or to capture villains…

As for the compensation, what is that?

Not a single bit.

That's why it's called a proposal or a notice.

There was not a single reward notice.

The Gabriel family has always been so stingy.

Jun Quxie peeled off the top sheet of the census book, which was covered in bird droppings and dust, and put it into his backpack.

Only after doing all this did he log off, satisfied.

Meanwhile, Feng Wuhen, who was secretly observing Jun Quxie, sneaked over to the notice board and took down a notice, stuffing it into his backpack.

This is called imitating others and following in the footsteps of one's idol.

[Author's Note]: A humble author, begging for votes online.