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Buy a house? Do we have the money to buy a house?"

Marina was skeptical, as her brother had just awakened not long ago. Where would he get the money to buy a house?

Despite her doubts, she went to her room to change, dragging Mochi along, who kept struggling to escape her grasp.

Vincent also changed into not-too-formal clothes. After a while, Marina returned, wearing a light-purple off-shoulder dress.

His eyes lingered on Marina for a moment before shifting to the sulking Mochi. The plump black rabbit was wearing a striped black and yellow shirt and a golden-yellow beanie.

A smile tugged at the corner of Vincent's lips when he saw the adorable yet obviously upset rabbit.

"What do you think, brother? She looks cute, right?"

"Mmh, where did you get those clothes?"

"These were the old clothes of my cross-stitch dolls. I remembered I still had them when I saw her."

Vincent just smiled at Marina as he heard Mochi's voice in his head.

"I bet you're enjoying this!"

With a wry smile, he responded telepathically, "Don't worry. It looks good on you."

Mochi was still upset, glaring sharply at Vincent. However, her reaction suddenly changed, betraying her initial emotions.

"Really?" Mochi asked.

Vincent affirmed with a straight face.

Seemingly satisfied with his compliment, Mochi broke into a huge grin and rested her hands on her hips.

"That's right. I'm the Great Mochi, after all. Any clothes would fit my sacred figure! Hmm. Hmm!"

Marina slightly tilted her head when she saw Mochi's mood brighten. She wondered what was happening to the plump rabbit but had no time to ask as Vincent urged her to leave.

They took a hover cab and, after a while, arrived at an establishment—BR Haven Real Estate Co.

After a quick scan, they entered the building. Marina curiously looked around her surroundings, while Vincent approached the attendant.

"Good day, sir. How can I help you?" the attendant greeted.

"I'm here to look for a villa. It would be better if you could recommend something within District 10 or a better district," Vincent replied.

The attendant gave Vincent a scrutinizing look before responding. "I understand. Just give me a moment. I'll contact one of our available agents to assist you. Please have a seat."

Vincent waited patiently. After a minute or two, a young woman in her early 20s appeared and greeted him.

"Good day, I'm Anjie. I was informed you're looking for a house?"

Vincent gave the woman a quick scan. She had a small, round face, a small but pointed nose, and pouty, glossy lips. Her chestnut-colored hair was neatly tied at the back of her head, and she wore a tight black suit that emphasized her curves, especially her bountiful chest.

Her appearance was enough to make her an A-rank artist on Earth. However, in Astralis, where Origin Warriors were the trend, she could only be a real estate agent for wealthy warriors.

"I'm Magnus. Yes, please recommend a good villa within District 10, or find me something in a better district," Vincent said.

Just then, a red-haired woman in her early 30s with thick makeup and a curvaceous figure suddenly chimed in. She appeared shortly after Anjie.

"Anjie, you better let your client know that not everyone can live wherever they want," the woman said.

Anjie furrowed her brows as soon as she heard this. The woman was her senior and the current top broker in their branch, Harlot Fowler.

Anjie disliked how Harlot often interrupted her conversations with clients. She couldn't understand why Harlot subtly bullied her without reason.

Despite her displeasure, Anjie maintained a respectful tone. "I understand, Senior Harlot."

"Hmph."

Vincent remained silent and waited for Anjie to explain further.

Anjie complied, "Regarding that, sir, buying or renting a house in District 11 or closer to the core district requires a certain prestige."

Vincent gestured for her to continue.

"It means you have to be an Origin Warrior."

"I am an Origin Warrior," he replied simply.

"I'm not doubting you, sir," Anjie said, "but if you want to buy a house in District 10, you need to be a Tier 2 Origin Warrior. Higher-tier districts have stricter requirements. May I know your current level?"

"Tier 1," Vincent answered curtly as he showed his Origin License. Your next chapter awaits on empire

As soon as he replied, Harlot snickered and muttered, "Ha! A mere Tier 1…"

Vincent ignored her and focused on Anjie.

"Unfortunately, I can only recommend houses in Districts 12 and 13," Anjie said apologetically.

Vincent frowned slightly. "What if I'm already a Tier 2 but haven't updated my records with the Origin Association?"

His question elicited cold laughter from Harlot.

"Haha. Anjie, your client seems to be dreaming big. Why don't you help him?"

Vincent ignored her sarcasm and asked, "Do you have any method to verify or scan my level?"

Before Anjie could respond, Harlot interrupted again.

"If you're serious, young sir, you can test your strength by fighting one of our guard Metabots."

"But Senior—" Anjie began, but Harlot silenced her with a sharp glare.

"Would you like to test your strength, young sir?" Harlot asked with a soft but subtly mocking tone.

"Lead the way," Vincent replied.

As he followed Harlot, Anjie hesitated before addressing him.

"Sir Magnus, please don't do it," Anjie warned. "Our Metabots are the latest models from Orions. They're classified as Tier 2, but their combat strength far surpasses an average Tier 2 Origin Warrior!"

Harlot's expression darkened, and she snapped at Anjie. "Shut your mouth, Anjie! Aren't you ashamed of discouraging your client?!"

Marina, noticing her brother's departure, quickly followed with the struggling Mochi in tow.

A moment later, they reached a spacious room housing five 4-meter-tall, white robots lined up against a wall. The Orions trademark, a constellation-like logo, was engraved on their chests.

"How about it, young sir? Would you like to start now?" Harlot asked.

Vincent nodded.

Harlot concealed a malicious smile. That's right, keep acting arrogant. I'll show you how reality works.

Moments later, the Metabot activated with a mechanical whir.

"Target Locked!" its voice echoed.

Before it could act, Vincent vanished, reappearing above the robot's head. His arm, coated in silver, delivered a crushing blow.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Metabot exploded into pieces, its fragments scattering.

Silence filled the air.