The Omnistore System

“So, what held you up?” Keith asked, plopping down in the armored car.

“Oh, nothing much. Just helping out my mom,” Kevin replied, taking a seat next to her. He grinned and said, “By the way, you look pretty cool in those ninja-like clothes.”

“Thanks,” Keith said, checking out her outfit. She sported a snug black shirt and pants that covered everything but her face, with weapons and gear strapped all around her waist, and a long knife chilling on her thigh.

“It’s kinda like the armor you’d get from that Cultivation Association, right?” Kevin commented, mentioning he had something similar hiding under his regular clothes.

“Yeah, pretty much, but a bit fancier,” Keith answered, peering out of the armored car window.

“So, how long till we get there?” Kevin inquired.

“About three to four hours, give or take. Vidar Forest isn’t too far from the city,” Keith replied, still keeping an eye on the view outside.

Kevin nodded; he had read about the Vidar cultivation grounds on Keith’s recommendation. The monsters in that area were excellent for practicing battle techniques, as most of them were strong and relied on brute force. 𝒐𝓋𝓛xt.𝒞𝚘𝗆

“So, which stage have you practiced your battle techniques up to?” Keith suddenly inquired.

“Level 2,” Kevin responded hesitantly, unsure if the terminology was the same as in the system.

Seeing her nod, he assumed he was correct. “That means you’re already above novice. That’s good. You’re practicing the Soldier Blade technique, right?”

Kevin nodded again, curious about something else he asked. “If the level two is novice, then what’s the deal with becoming an expert? How high do I need to climb?”

Keith leaned back, thinking for a moment. “Well, usually, we classify folks as novices, beginners, advanced beginners, and so on. But if you want to break it down by levels, levels 1 to 5 are like novice to beginner. 5 to 10 is advanced beginner. From there, 10 to 20 is proficient, 20 to 30 is competent, and 30 to 50 would be considered expert.”

Kevin gulped at the thought of the gap he needed to bridge. “So, I’ve got a long road ahead.”

Keith gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t stress too much. Progress takes time. I’ve been practicing for ten years, and I’m around level 42 in one technique. The others are below 30.”

Impressed, Kevin asked, “Ten years? That’s some dedication. And when did you start?”

“I kicked off when I was 15, and now I’m 25, so yeah, a decade. What about you? When did you start?” Keith inquired, shifting her gaze to Kevin.

“I’ve just been at it for about a month,” Kevin confessed, clearly surprising Keith.

“You’ve already reached level 2 in just a month? That’s awesome!” Keith exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“Yeah?” Kevin responded, slightly perplexed. “Is that good?”

“Yeah, it’s more than good. If you’ve reached the second level of an Immortal-tier stage in just a month, that’s certainly more than good. But don’t let it get to your head. My niece reached it in a week, and within a month, she was already an advanced beginner,” Keith said, her pride evident as she spoke about her red-haired niece.

“I see. Well, I’m just glad to be above average,” Kevin remarked, satisfied. He hadn’t expected to be a prodigy, but being above average was certainly a positive outcome.

“But if you’d focused on it, you could have been on level 3 or 4,” Keith pointed out, observing that Kevin seemed more engrossed in the store than his cultivation and practice.

“Yeah, I know,” Kevin admitted. He, too, desired strength and a carefree life in this world, but the system had kept him occupied with various tasks from the moment he arrived.

Well, now it’s slowed down a bit. Things should be even better after I return from the den. I can enjoy myself to the fullest,’ he thought to himself. He was somewhat anxious about fulfilling the system’s missions, but considering he had already sold more than 40,000 omni tokens worth of items, he was confident he’d reach his goal soon, allowing him to take things at a more relaxed pace while increasing his strength.

As Kevin entertained these thoughts, a yawn from Keith interrupted his musings. “Get some sleep. Who knows when we’ll have the chance again,” she advised, before closing her eyes and drifting off.

Kevin followed her lead, but not before checking his messages. At the top of the screen was a message from his mother. When he opened it, he was greeted by moaning sounds. Fortunately, these sounds were audible only to him, as he was browsing in private mode, ensuring both privacy and discretion.

He grinned and muttered, “What a bitch.” as he watched a video of his friend grinding herself on a pillow, squeezing her breasts, and sucking on them, all while moaning his name.

After watching the video in full and seeing her pause right before reaching climax, he typed a message, “Good girl, now send me another one in an hour.”

Sending the message, he opened another one, this time from Venice. “It’s been days since I’ve seen her; I should pay her a visit when I return,” he thought as he focused on the video.

In this video, she appeared in bed under the sheets, wearing only pajama pants. Her hand was nestled between her thick thighs, with some of her pubic hair and hardened nipples visible. She had captured the video from a unique angle.

Soft moans filled the video as her hand moved rhythmically between her thighs. The video continued for a minute before she spread her legs wider to give a better view of her actions. Her vagina was wet, and her two slender fingers moved in and out while her thumb massaged her clit. Her pubic hair was matted with sweat, and her vaginal fluids left a glistening patch on the bedsheet.

Suddenly, her hand sped up, accompanied by louder moans, and then the video abruptly stopped. When a voice behind the camera asked irritably, “What are you doing?”

Just then, the video ended, and Kevin smirked and chuckled. “Heheh, what a woman! She was doing that while lying next to her husband? Quite the obedient wife,” Kevin mused, closing the video.

And then typed the message. “Go into the bathroom and do it again.”