[Target: Violetta]

[Gift Given: 10 Low-Rank Mortal Grade Body Nourishment Pills]

[50× Normal Multiplier Activated]

[Reward Obtained: 500 Low-Rank Mortal Grade Body Nourishment Pills]

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Damian was shocked when he saw what appeared on the system screen and quickly checked if it was for real.

He quickly looked inside his spatial ring and found that he really had received fifty pill bottles, which meant five hundred pills, just from the ten pills he had given to Violetta.

For a moment, he was speechless, and then he laughed hard. "This is insane... to think that my cheat is actually a gift-return system!"

Then another screen appeared before him.

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[System Rules:]

[1. Investment returns can only be triggered once every 7 days per target.]

[2. Maximum quantity limit for identical items: 10.]

[3. Items obtained from the system cannot be reinvested for additional returns.]

[4. Certain emotional influence may affect return results.]

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Damian read all the rules carefully, and right after he finished reading them all, the screen disappeared once more.

But this time, Damian wasn’t mad at all. Instead, he was grinning widely because of the excitement from his own crazy cheat.

"Haha... my cheat... is really powerful... With this, I can become the strongest and the richest here."

He turned back toward Violetta’s room and grinned. "Violetta... now you really have become my treasure chest."

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Back in her room, Violetta stared at the small pill bottle Damian had left for her for a few moments before finally opening it.

A faint medicinal fragrance immediately wafted through her room, bringing a small smile to her face.

Even though these were just low-rank mortal-grade Body Nourishment Pills, the kind she had eaten all the time when she was with the protagonist, they were still valuable to her, especially for someone crippled like her.

But before taking them, she suddenly thought of her master again because she didn’t understand what had happened to Damian now.

A few days ago, when she had been abandoned outside the city like trash, she had already prepared herself to die that day.

But to her surprise, Damian suddenly appeared and directly took her as his disciple for some unknown reason.

Violetta, on the other hand, didn’t really believe in pity, and she guessed correctly when she saw that his eyes were the same as her customers’.

He just wanted her beauty and body to be like some kind of rare possession he could keep around for his own enjoyment.

That was why she always felt uncomfortable and cautious around him, but for some reason, today was different.

The obsession that used to be so obvious in his eyes was gone, replaced by something different that she couldn’t figure out yet.

She didn’t know if the change was genuine or if it was just another act, but in the end, it didn’t really matter.

What mattered was recovering her body and cultivating again for only one thing... revenge.

The moment she remembered that man, the one who had abandoned her, her fingers unconsciously tightened around the bottle.

She was just so angry remembering how hypocritical he was, saying that he was a victim after destroying her life.

Not only did he cripple her cultivation and spiritual root, but he also destroyed her leg, saying that it was just him being merciful.

Violetta looked at the bottle again, narrowing her eyes. "Just wait, you bastard... I, Violetta, will make you regret ever sparing me."

Soon, she directly took the pills and ate them, and an instant warm sensation slowly spread throughout her weak body.

The pain within her body eased slightly, allowing her to move more easily than before.

For the first time, she finally felt a small trace of hope again after the tragic betrayal she had suffered.

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Damian was now in his room, seriously thinking about his current situation. "What should I give Violetta next time, huh?"

He already understood that his system revolved around gifting, so the better the gift, the better the return he would receive.

He also remembered the rules, specifically the fourth rule about how certain emotional influences could affect the quality.

He didn’t know what this meant, as it could mean many things, like gratitude, happiness, or even some other strong emotions. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Although he didn’t have a clue right now, he understood one thing: if he wanted better rewards, he needed to fix Violetta first.

Right now, she was practically half-dead with her broken spiritual root and her permanently ruined leg that prevented her from walking properly.

The Body Nourishment Pills he gave her were absolutely just vitamins for cultivators.

They were useful for mortals, but for cultivators like her and him, they were nowhere near enough to fix her serious injuries.

Damian could only sigh helplessly. "Damn... I need to fix her body first, and fast, if I want to get better returns."

He also remembered her tragic life and frowned. "And that bastard protagonist who completely ruined her life..."

He clenched his fist as he turned toward the room where Violetta was currently staying and made a promise to himself.

"Don’t worry, Violetta... I have changed. You’re my disciple and my treasure chest, so I’ll make sure to help you get your revenge on that bastard sooner or later."

With that, Damian finally got up from his bed, took a few things, and left his residence to head toward the market.

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Damian was now walking through the largest cultivator market in the city, a place where almost every rogue cultivator and gatherer gathered to trade resources.

Meanwhile, Damian silently checked the amount of low-rank spirit stones he currently had in his storage ring.

"Damn... this guy was poorer than I thought... to think that I only have seventy low-rank spirit stones left."

That amount was already enough for ordinary mortals to live comfortably for years, but who was he now?

Damian was currently a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so this amount of spirit stones was really embarrassing.

He sighed, dragging his hand across his face. "Damn, if I ever meet the previous body’s soul, I’m going to scold the hell out of him for being an idiot."

But what happened had already happened, so he could only get on with it and do what he needed to do.