As the chosen one blessed with the God-Level Tailor System—and having lived two lifetimes—Roger had seen death, hardship, and the harshest sides of life. There was no way he'd be scared of some street gang.
If he really tucked his tail between his legs and lived like a coward, even the system would probably reject him in disgust.
"You wanna mess with me? I don't care if you're some gang or whatever—I'll fight to the bitter end. No backing down!" Roger thought to himself with determination.
When closing time rolled around, he shut the shop's door, headed upstairs to his living quarters, had a simple dinner, took a quick shower, and lay down to rest.
"After making that three-piece set of Sexy Lingerie, my skill level's gone up quite a bit. If I make a new one now, the Erotic Value will definitely be even higher."
Eyes closed, Roger mulled things over.
Skill level for crafting Sexy Lingerie was a stat defined by the system—and Roger could clearly feel it growing.
The set he made earlier all had an Erotic Value of 50. Next time, it'd likely jump to 100.
That meant the added Mana Amplification bonus would also see a significant boost.
After a solid night's sleep—
At dawn, Roger woke up early, did a quick wash-up, and began meditating.
This was his first actual cultivation session since crossing into this world.
"Ugh… no wonder I ended up a Magic Tailor. Turns out my natural talent is garbage. I only reached Level 3 Mage at age nineteen—that's several times worse than the average kid my age."
Roger quickly realized the limits of his own magical aptitude.
Talent was generally ranked from One-Star to Nine-Star, and above that was the legendary God-tier.
Roger? Just Two-Star. Which was flat-out terrible.
With that kind of aptitude, raising his strength would be a long, painful grind.
That was also why his father had pushed him to become a Magic Tailor in the first place.
If he could become a master-level Magic Tailor, even in a chaotic world, he'd be able to secure a foothold—and maybe even earn the favor of some major figures.
Unfortunately, Roger was still a long way from that goal.
And maybe… he'd never even get there.
But ever since he got the God-Level Tailor System, he no longer had to worry about those limitations.
"I've heard there are alchemy pills that can boost talent. But they're insanely expensive. Maybe I should save up and buy one—that might be my only way out besides tailoring."
Roger made up his mind.
Until then, he had two options: either slowly grind and level up through training, or boost his strength through the feedback he got from female customers wearing Sexy Lingerie.
As long as he kept growing his client base, he could get unlimited power boosts.
Say, a 1000% strength increase… or even 10,000%—his power would be far beyond what it looked like on paper.
After cultivating until daylight, Roger ate breakfast, headed downstairs, opened up shop, and started his workday.
He got to work on Norna's custom order—the Holy Light Cloak.
Since the Holy Light Cloak didn't fall under the God-Level Tailor System's designated category of erotic wear, it didn't receive any kind of system buffs.
Whether it turned out good or bad would depend entirely on Roger's own craftsmanship.
Fortunately, he had inherited real skills from his father. His tailoring was solid, and the Holy Light Cloak he crafted turned out to be both elegant and refined—perfectly matching Norna's noble temperament.
Unfortunately, the enchantment attributes it carried were relatively weak.
Still, Roger had already talked to Norna about that beforehand. She didn't mind—she cared more about the look and feel than the actual stats.
Just the appearance of the Holy Light Cloak alone was enough to fulfill the order.
By early afternoon, the Holy Light Cloak was finished.
Roger folded it neatly, placed it inside a wooden gift box, tied it with a red ribbon into a bow, and then headed off with the box to the estate of Sir Dudon.
Sir Dudon was the most respected noble in Windmill Town, and held the highest-ranking title in the area.
His estate was a grand and opulent manor.
At its center stood a magnificent castle.
Today was Norna's coming-of-age day, and the manor was hosting her coming-of-age ceremony.
All of Windmill Town's elite had come to celebrate and witness Norna's coronation into adulthood.
Ordinary townsfolk had no place at such an event. Roger's presence was clearly out of place in the luxurious venue.
As he passed through, many people gave him strange looks.
As if his very existence would somehow taint the nobility around him.
"What're you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"
Roger walked calmly, smirking to himself.
Since he was delivering something specifically for Norna, he was allowed to pass through the gates and enter the castle without any issue.
Led by a servant, he arrived at Norna's room.
Norna was in the middle of getting her makeup done.
Five or six young noble ladies, all vibrant and well-dressed, were gathered around her.
One of them was even squatting down, admiring her new stockings.
Given the setting and his own status, Roger didn't say a word. He quietly placed the gift box down and was about to leave.
Over at the vanity, Norna caught a glimpse of Roger's reflection in the mirror and quickly called out, "Roger, wait a second."
Roger stopped and turned around, speaking politely, "Is there something you need, Miss Norna?"
Norna stood up and walked over to him. "I recommended you to my friends. They all want to order some custom Sexy Lingerie from you."
"I appreciate the business," Roger said with a small smile. "But I don't accept orders from strangers just like that. I hope you understand."
He glanced over at the five or six noble girls.
They were all stunning, wearing elegant corset gowns that accentuated their shapely figures.
Norna looked confused. "Why not? You have certain rules for doing business?"
Roger gave her a slightly apologetic smile. "It's hard to explain, really. You could say it's a matter of personal principle."
"That's such a weird principle," one red-haired girl muttered with a sulky face.
The other noble girls shot Roger cold glances as well.
They were all noble daughters—highborn, pampered, and not used to being refused, especially not by someone of lower status.
Roger might've been a fallen noble, but in their eyes, he wasn't much better than a commoner. The fact that he rejected their orders so directly, and in public, was a serious blow to their pride.
But Roger couldn't be blamed for that.
When he first bound with the God-Level Tailor System, that rule had already been set.
He couldn't just take any order that came his way.
At the very least, the woman had to earn his favor before he'd even consider accepting her request.
In a way, that was a secret to his business success.
After all, rarity creates value.
If he started accepting orders from just anyone and let Sexy Lingerie become widespread in a short amount of time, it would only devalue it.
"Then what exactly do we have to do for you to accept their orders?" Norna asked.
Roger gave a slight smile and said mysteriously, "That depends on your performance."
With those words, he turned and walked away without looking back.
Just like that, he left?
The group of noble girls exchanged looks—confused, irritated, yet deeply intrigued by Roger's response.
If they couldn't even handle a single tailor, didn't that make them completely useless as noble ladies?
"Norna, what the heck is going on? I've never been treated like this in my entire life!" the red-haired girl, Celine, pouted in frustration.
Another noble girl chimed in, "Exactly! He's just some lowly tailor, who does he think he is acting like that in front of us? You've got to help us save face!"
"I didn't expect him to treat us this way either," Norna replied hesitantly. "Maybe... maybe it's because people with special abilities tend to have... strange personalities."
She had seen a lot in her social circles and knew that some gifted individuals did behave eccentrically.
But what she knew was only the tip of the iceberg.
Compared to Roger, she was still far too inexperienced.
Both in terms of life... and in other ways.
"Being eccentric doesn't give him the right to insult us. I'm going to have a word with him and straighten this out!" Celine huffed, turning on her heel to go after Roger.
The other girls immediately followed behind.
Realizing things were about to spiral out of control, Norna had no choice but to grit her teeth and tag along.
They were almost at Roger's heels.
Afraid they might stir up trouble, Norna rushed ahead to intercept them.
"Let's not be rash—talk it out calmly," she started to say, but before the words even left her mouth, she saw Celine reach out and grab Roger's arm.
Roger looked baffled. "What are you all doing?"
"Why won't you accept our orders?" Celine demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.
Roger frowned slightly. "Didn't I already say? It depends on your performance. And with that attitude of yours, I'd say there's no chance I'll ever take your order."
Celine's face turned red with frustration. "Then what do we have to do to get you to accept?"
"Is that so hard to figure out?" Roger replied. "It's not rocket science. Don't you know how to please a man?"
The moment he said that, Celine instantly understood what he meant.
But understanding it was one thing—doing it was another.
For someone like her, a noble heiress and a talented level-nine Mage, to go and please a tailor? That was a fantasy, pure and simple.
"Celine, just let it go," Norna said gently, trying to calm her down.
Then she turned to Roger. "Roger, how about this—I invite you to attend my coming-of-age ceremony. No matter what, we're friends now, aren't we?"
Roger hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Can't argue with that… I accept your invitation."