I am the God of Technology

When Dante returned to the hall, he found that the recruitment was over, and there were servant disciples cleaning the place up. He did not see the other recruited disciples but guessed that they too must have either been given a day to deal with things or were undergoing orientation.

As for Dante, when he came over, a servant disciple happened to see him and rushed over. She was a slightly chubby 16-year-old girl with a well-developed body, standing at a surprising height of 5 feet 7 inches. While that was usually classified as rather short for a man, it was actually a pretty good height for a young woman.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Dante. Please allow me to escort you to your residence in the hall,” she offered with a respectful bow.

Dante smiled and nodded. As for his tough appearance, it was only for outsiders, not to mention he wasn’t the indifferent and arrogant type. It cost $0 to be nice to people, and surprisingly, it paid relatively nice profits every now and then.

“Please lead the way, miss… err. Junior Sister.”

Right, Dante remembered that in such settings, they had specific ways they referred to each other. It was best he really started taking those etiquette classes that Hao Donglei mentioned before he outed himself as a weirdo.

The young girl was extremely flattered by Dante’s approachability and amiability, so she quickly led him through the practice area and also gave him directions. She showed him where the Resource Hall was located as well as the Armament Hall, the Mission Hall, and the Techniques Hall.

Dante noted where everything was and arrived at his residence, which was a single room with a small courtyard. Given that the Supreme Martial Hall was a behemoth that covered the entire country, you could be damn sure its land was huge.

It was like a small town of its own. To buttress that point, Dante was sure that these kinds of powers had a sort of diplomatic immunity to the city’s laws and could even deal justice using their own rules within their territory.

Dante entered his place and saw that it was quite clean. He did not have anything but the gi on his back and his token, so he simply smiled at the servant disciples and asked her name, which was Jia Susu.

He dismissed her and told her that she would handle his affairs from now on and no longer needed to do other servant disciple chores. This filled Jia Susu with excitement because this was what she wanted to hear.

She then looked around and realized that apart from going to report her new status, there was not much else she could do.

Er… Wait, there was something she could do after all…

Jia Susu blushed and glanced at Dante from the corner of her eye. Dante was tall, muscular without being buff, and handsome. As for his light brown skin, it was not much of a problem in a diverse world like this with demon beasts, magical races, and the like.

Racism was reserved for those of literally different races. Racism within the race was usually very rare in such a setting because it was just pointless.

“Your skin is brown and mine is white, so what? Look at that motherfucker over there, his skin is literally blue and he has a tail! Let’s bully him together!” 𝐞𝗼𝐯𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Dante could easily read Jia Susu’s thoughts from her expression and her heightened arousal. His Intelligence was at 250 points after all, just halfway to the necessary threshold to unlock psychic powers.

He might not be able to directly read minds, but using his superior mental acuity to notice her increased blood flow, inviting body language, and slightly moistened eyes could tell the whole story.

Dante waved a hand. “I can promise that as long as you work hard and do not have any funny ideas, I can support you to some extent. There is no need for any sexual favor to achieve this, just hard work and obedience.”

“Remember this, Jia Susu. You are dismissed.” Dante finished with a pointed look, making the young lady’s entire face become red after being seen through.

She muttered some acknowledgment and then ran out of the courtyard like a frightened rabbit, making Dante shake his head. In truth, Dante was mildly lecherous at best. He had a relatively normal sex drive just like any youth his age.

Still, he had standards. Jia Susu was not in his strike zone, and he had better options, so why indulge? If anything, there was always Valeria or someone who looked like her, not to mention he had the almighty Beatrice, who was more seductive than any woman he had seen yet.

Beatrice had not made her stance clear on promiscuity. Even though the culture of pure humans was polygamous due to the limited population and the need for more births, that didn’t mean that every woman necessarily agreed with it in their hearts.

Even if she was okay with it, Dante might not be. After all, he was not muddle-headed and understood that harems full of elite beauties who submitted to one man only worked in fiction.

In real life, most polygamous marriages ended up being the most toxic representation of human cohabitation, a terrible experience for the women and the children as they were forced to fight and compete against their own blood.

Funny enough, the assumption that the man would enjoy endlessly was also false. More often than not, their competition against each other was for your favor, putting a lot of mental strain on you depending on how ‘kind’ you were.

You also needed to have more than twice the wealth and resources of a person who married only one to support your family; otherwise, the moment you became ‘useless’, they would band together to deal with YOU.

Really, when people decided to marry only one, apart from religion, it was mostly common sense that dictated such an arrangement.

So for now, unless Dante could absolutely assure himself that such a situation would not occur, Beatrice was enough for him. With her nature, he could trust her 100% and know that she would always be his bastion.

Dante stopped thinking about such things. After seeing Beatrice’s flawless body and tasting her exquisite yet somewhat clumsy skill with her mouth, he was not satisfied but rather even more pent up as he wanted to unload his growing feelings into her.

As such, he directly made sure everything was settled in this world before taking his real body away and leaving his virtual body lying on the bed before logging out. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was still in the Observation Deck, only wearing a tank top and some tight boxers.

Beatrice was currently lying on his lap and scrolling through her holographic display as usual. Previously, Dante could hardly make sense of what she was doing because of how fast it moved, but now he could see a little bit.

It seemed like she was… reading an online argument?

Remembering how much of a troublemaker and vindictive woman his babe was, Dante did not find this surprising in the end. Beatrice was clearly the type of woman who wanted to see the world burn, and peace made her restless as well as uncomfortable.

Dante stroked her hair softly, and Beatrice smiled. “You’re back? How was the world of Martial Arts?”

“It was pretty interesting, though I really have to refresh myself on those Chinese etiquette and behavior stuff for this genre,” Dante admitted while his hand crept downwards and began caressing her magnificent chest muscles greedily.

Beatrice’s face flushed immediately, and her legs began to squirm, but she tried to act like she was unbothered. “Right? It was pretty annoying at first, but I grew to appreciate the depth of culture and tradition. Besides, my mom always loved them because her ancestry was Chinese.”

Dante paused as thunder seemed to rumble in his mind. He smiled with amusement. “We really are fated, Beatrice. My mother is also part Chinese, from a Chinese immigrant mother and a rich European father. Her English name is Aileen, but her Chinese name is Ai Li.”

Beatrice was stunned. “No way. Hold up, your surname is Alighieri? Wait, don’t tell me your father’s side descended from Italians?”

Dante laughed out loud. “Look at that! My grandfather on my dad’s side was an Italian mafia leader who lost his throne and was shamefully exiled to Africa, and my grandpa was an African model who was struggling to make it.”

This time, Beatrice was truly speechless. Her father, Augeus Portinari, was also of Italian descent. Their entire family clan was.

Dante and Beatrice could only share a look and smile. In this case, when they eventually got married, their parents’ reactions should be very interesting.

“Oh!!” Beatrice yelped as Dante used this chance while they were emotionally connected to send his hand down further and unscrupulously have his way.