A Weird Way To Cultivate: Birth Of A Legendary Sage

For those who are wondering what is the normal status for an average person, this is it.

[Name: Average Human

Level: 1

Path: None

Race: Human

Title: None

Attributes: Magic Power [5] | Mana [50] | Strength [9] | Defense [9] | Constitution [8] | Intelligence

[9] | Agility [9] (A/U: Both MP and Mana will be zero if not a mage)

Affinity: None

Skills: None

Passive Skills: None]

On the ground floor, Vladimir sat at a table with a girl perched on his lap.

Her face rested against the table as she pressed her cheeks to its surface, her eyes fixed on the woman

preparing their food.

Her stomach rumbled with hunger, making her mouth watery as saliva dripped from her lips.

It was none other than Seraphina, even though she felt so full from drinking too much of his brothers

milk.

She was hungry again due to crying too much, while Vladimir was looking at the panel in front of him,

glancing at his new skill that he had forgotten that he had it.

[Skill: Gentle Bliss [1]

Effect: When activated, the host touch sends mild, soothing pleasure through the target's body, making

them slightly more relaxed and more sensitive to physical contact.

Cooldown: None]

Staring at it, he wondered how powerful this skill truly was. As he activated it, mana began to circulate

through his hands and fingers.

A thin layer of pink mist enveloped his hands, where it is invisible to the naked eye but clearly visible to

him.

[Your skill 'Gentle Bliss' was activated]

Looking at his glowing hand, he decided to test the skill. However, after scanning his surroundings, he

found no suitable target, until his gaze stopped in front of him.

What caught his attention was his sister's back. Even though Seraphina's figure was still developing, she

already had some noticeable curves.

Curious about the skill's effectiveness, Vladimir extended his hand. As his finger made contact with her

neck, he observe the results.

Seraphina, who was lying on the table, shifted her head and looked at him. Her expression was filled

with question, wondering what he was doing.

Vladimir met her gaze with a smile before placing another hand on her neck. Seraphina felt nothing

unusual as he slowly moved his hands from her neck to her shoulders.

He began to massage her shoulders, and after another five seconds of continuous physical contact, a soothing

sensation washed over her.

Seraphina closed her eyes, feeling both relaxed and unusually warm. Her legs pressed together tightly,

and the arms she had been using as a pillow stretched out.

Noticing that the skill was taking effect, Vladimir continued his massage. Seraphina's body trembled

slightly, unsure why she suddenly felt so hot.

Her eyes were trembling as she looked at her big brother's face when she felt coldness in her lower part.

Seraphina's eyes turned misty as she bit her lip.

Vladimir noticed that her sister, who was sitting in her lap, was moving her hips from time to time,

making her ass to rub his little brother.

He then decided to move his hand a little lower; stopping at both her right and left rib cage, he began to

tickle her, which made Seraphina tremble even more.

Seraphina let out a small muffled groan, feeling so stimulated, that her mouth was in awe as she

straightened her back all of a sudden.

Her back pressed against Vladimir's chest as her legs opened wide, some liquid started to dampen her

pajamas, and some ran down her thighs.

"Brother, that's ticklish. I think I peed just now," she uttered in a sweet, angelic tone as she shifted

her head a little to look at him.

Observing her appearance, which is both adorable and naive, Vladimir is puzzled as to why

his typically dormant little brother has started to stir in his pants.

Due to his clothes being quite thin and somewhat loose, his little brother stood upright like a sword.

It rose up between Seraphina's spread thighs, seeing that it was in close proximity towards her intimate

area. Seraphina squeezed her thighs together, trapping it.

"Then I'll stop," Vladimir responded while feeling good, his hand had already stopped tickling her

ribcage.

Seraphina noticed it had risen again and was now confined; she truly wished to pull down his big

brother's pant and suck it to drink some milk.

However, she chose not to, as they are about to have their meal. Her older brother wasn't going

anywhere, so she didn't mind waiting.

She had already drunk his milk twice before, so she simply opened and closed her thighs while paying

with it.

Vladimir's arms rested at his sides as he leaned back, gazing at the ceiling and enjoying the moment. As

Seraphina focused her eyes at his bulging sword.

Just then, their mother arrived with their morning breakfast, it’s just a single fish, likely the one left over

from the previous night.

Aeloria couldn't help but feel disappointed in herself as she saw her two children staring at the food on

the table.

She didn’t show even the slightest doubt in her eyes as she saw her daughter sitting on her son’s lap.

"I'm very sorry, my little angels. This is all your mother can provide for now," she said with embarrassment.

"We've run out of rice, and I overslept, so I wasn't able to buy any this morning."

Hearing his mother's words, Vladimir recalled what had happened last night and gave her a strange look

before quickly dismissing those thoughts.

Instead, he smiled and reassured her, "Don't worry, Mom. This is fine since it's still early in the morning."

Aeloria felt warmth in her heart at her son's comforting words, realizing how blessed she was.

"Yeah, Mom, big brother is right! Just buy more food in the afternoon so I can eat more," Seraphina

added as she eagerly started eating the fish.

Aeloria couldn't help but smile as she reached out her hand toward Seraphina, who was still using her

brother's lap as a cushion on the chair.

Her gaze softened, truly happy that they were really close. Pinching Seraphina's cheeks, Aerolia smiled

warmly, cherishing the moment.

"This little girl of mine is such a foodie," she said fondly.

After a moment, she stood up. Vladimir not yet begun eating. Instead, he glanced at his mother and

asked, "Aren't you going to eat, Mom?"

Aeloria just waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I'm not hungry right now. I'm going to the village for a bit to buy some rice. Also, I'll have

your Aunt Lena, check on you," she said, looking at him.

"But Mom, I'm already fine. It's going to be costl—" His words were cut short.

"No buts, young man. Even if you feel fine now, what if that strange phenomenon left a curse on you?"

"So, listen to your mother, okay?" Her voice carried authority, and her stern expression left no room for

argument.

Vladimir could only nod in response. Seeing this, Aeloria's stern look softened into a warm smile.

She then placed a gentle kiss on each of their cheeks before picking up the basket Vladimir had placed

on the table.

After bidding them farewell, she finally left.

Now alone, Vladimir found himself uninterested in eating. Not knowing why, he wasn't hungry at all.

It seems like just the air is enough to sustain his hunger.