I will be The Monkey God!

If anyone wondered how Venomous could get a connection with the royal grand mage, then one would understand it upon looking at the grand mage herself.

An old woman with white hair held up in a knot. She looked around sixty years old with a few wrinkles on her face. Her eyes were black and she wore a tight dress without caring about her old skin.

In her youth days, she was a beauty that matched Venomous.

However, her looks weren't the only thing that matched Venomous. She had a poisonous glance, eyes that were concealing a lot of venoms! The old master beamed with that kind of venom and her aura seemed to be visible to the monke's eyes.

"Uh!" He bent his legs, raised his arms, and waved them as if showing off that he wasn't scared at all. Michu's act and appearance brought up the monkey's sounds to the old master's eyes and her knitted eyebrows eased.

She also looked at him differently and some amusement crept onto her face, "Is that guy our main ingredient for today?" She jested and laughed more as Michu reacted instinctively by moving his fingers.

He was like a taunting monke who didn't know about his opponent's strength.

"Michu wants to get a farmer subclass. I feel like Grand Master Sylca and I are already close enough that I can request this. " Venomous explained the reason for the monke's visit. It was actually a bet whether this grand master would help.

In this room with a lot of poison vials scattered around, Grand Master Sylca retracted her eyes from the monke and snake, then glanced at her pot. A dark green liquid was steaming here and bubbles often sputtered.

She threw one of the ingredients inside and then with a swift sweep of her hand, a pen, and blank paper flew toward her, "I often tell you to give up on the sword and focus on the poison magic instead."

"My hands aren't enough to reach my goal. With the sword clenched, I feel stronger." Yumi responded. It was an answer she often told this grand master, so she straightforwardly replied and focused on the flying pen and paper.

From how long it floated, Yumi assumed that Grand Master Sylca would help them.

She turned her eyes to Michu and hit his back so that he would straighten himself and look more serious.

He apologized with a faint smile, then stood next to her with his back and eyes straight.

This made Venomous smile unknowingly.

The poison master saw it all and waved her hand at the monke. A letter flew and bumped into him, then her voice pealed from it, "This letter will guide you, so go ahead and meet the royal farmers."

"Don't waste this chance, Michu," Venomous caressed the monke's cheek, then sent him back with a wide smile. This boosted Michu's morale and he was ready to get the farmer class as quickly as possible.

"I will work hard! You too, rest here and focus on poison techniques! Bye-bye!" Michu waved back and followed the letter.

The two women became alone in the room.

"Thank you," Yumi genuinely thanked and bowed.

From the beginning, this player displayed a good talent for poison magic and her manners and speech were eloquent enough. Adding Venomous' eyes that were as if born out of the poison, Grand Master took her in.

She replied, "You weren't spared from this poison too."

"What poison?" Yumi inquired.

"An affection… Love… That's one the most lethal poisons," To add more to her words, Sylca took out the first rare vial that had pink liquid inside. This made Yumi feel weird as she would never expect a grand master to possess something like this.

"Is this a love potion?"

"It is. It was made forty years ago by me. Now that the world has changed so much, I wonder what its effect would look like," The Grand Master looked at the potion with deep memories concealed in her eyes.

She looked slightly sad, but the past was past.

On the other hand, Yumi wondered about this game's influence on the players. While those potions and skills seemed natural for NPCs, the players could destroy their lives because of those.

Just by looking at the love potion, if the charmed one got convinced to stay in the game, sleep and live normally, then wouldn't he neglect his real life? By playing the game for more than 24h, the players could already get severe setbacks!

When Venomous had been doing her research, she often read about players' complaints and how the game developers replied to those; you either accept the realism or stop playing. The influence was deep and often questioned how the game worked on the human's brain, but nothing stopped players from logging out.

They could log out by inwardly saying it!

This left many controversies, but the game's popularity had never plummeted.

"Looks like you also got curious." The Grand Master smiled, then passed this high-quality potion to Venomous! She added, "If you ever use it, then tell me how it works with that system."

"Can't you also use the system?" Venomous inquired.

"We can, but it's more like a support for us, isn't it? The players have much more potential," The Grand Master said what many NPCs said many items, then ignored that matter. Were it not for the system, the NPCs wouldn't be able to adapt to this new storm that was called players.

Yumi just accepted the valuable potion.

[You have received Love Potion Grade: ???]

She couldn't see through it!

"How do I make those love potions?" It was just a curiosity at this point.

"Tears of the rejected or betrayed woman are one of the primary ingredients. Then, you can add more to increase its effect. This one has been made just from tears alone," The Grand Master replied, then patted the pot, "What did that gentleman say?"

"Yes, for this whole day, I will be focused on poison magic." Venomous nodded, her eyes resolute.

However, Sylca sneered, "He took that as a rest."

"He is still inexperienced."

The two of them laughed heartily.

-

Michu had two choices.

Ask either a female or male farmer for the subclass quest.

Either had their disadvantages and advantages.

A male farmer would understand Michu more or so he felt like. They were that of the same gender after all.

But the female farmer piqued Michu's interest more. She also didn't seem to be working hard nor wearing rough and dirty clothes but stood on a farm with a long stick in her hand. Each time she tapped the ground, Michu felt like something within him trembled.

"What round melons…" He whispered, then the choice had been made.