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Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

After a gruesome bar, we moved a little faster to the black market appointment we heard from the bartender Tony.

I usually had time to spare, but I was quite delayed when I ordered more salads and other things, saying that I feel like I can only eat lamb.

I eat a lot and look at my face with a satisfied label.

“... why? ”

“Warrior, do you know that bartender? ”

“Tony? I know. ”

He was a wonderful friend who taught women and pharmacy to me as a naive high school student.

Had I not been a warrior, we would have done business together.

“How did you know his name? ”

“He's a warrior.”

Former assassin Tony was a true friend of mine from the first time, but he didn't just lie to Ranubel.

Warrior Perks are not just 5x XP.

I am free to see other people's abilities.

I wondered why only I could see it, but when I heard the moral teacher's story, I realized.

He cared that the warrior candidate would not have to pee in the first place and would not be killed by the strong.

The ability was also effective in the second round.

“Wow! Can you see my stats, too? ”

“Of course. Level 200. ”

Race: Human

⁄ Level: 200

Job: Scholar (Knowledge = Magic )

⁄ Skill: Magic A, Magic A, Charm B, Cooking B, Immortal C...

Status: Interested

Level 200.

Not even the Demon King Pedonar's lowest minions.

However, Ranubel has a very high skill grade, so one could judge it as fearsome.

The average person has a very low skill rating.

At what level….

Race: Human

Level: 8

Job: Thief (Weekly Luck )

⁄ Skill: Visual Acuity E Escape F Kill F

Status: Tension

Just like me when I'm a normal adult.

Like that young man reaching out with a pocket of money tied around his waist, his skills and even his levels are terrible.

Until death.

“Ah?! ”

Ranubel lets out a short scream.

At the same time, I moved.

The embarrassing side of the label does not even look at it, but stretches its left foot out to the side like an automatic reflex.

Tuck.

An eight-level thief caught in my foot has fallen off the wagon.

However, the thief, who didn't miss a pocket of money he stole from Ranubel, tried to get up quickly.

But this time I was faster.

“Huff?! ”

I press down on the thief's back with my knee.

Lumbar Vertebra 4 and 5.

This is the area with the most lumbar discs. Back pain is basic if not treated in a timely manner, and leg numbness makes everyday life difficult.

One of my favorite strikes.

“Oh? You have quite the temper, don't you? ”

The young thief, whose face was distorted by pain, did not give up his right hand holding a bag of money.

He shakes his empty left hand and resists.

If, at this point, the thief had dared to give up his purse, he would have run away from me.

Thief Lv. 8.

I was better at physical skills than I was at level 1.

But greed provoked anger.

The capital that empowered his fingertips struck the thief's neck. It's been a tiresome repetition for the last 10 years.

Murder.

Win.

You hear a eerie sound of broken neck bones.

Cervical vertebrae (26894;) between 6 and 7.

The neck disks of long-standing students and workers are frequent. If you don't want to suffer from arm and shoulder wrists, you should take care of it often.

This thief may not be in control forever.

“Neat.”

Not a drop of blood on my clothes, not a speck of dust.

From now on, nobles and rich people will go to the black market, but they won't be faced with the blood on their clothes.

Ranubel picks up a pocket of money and says,

“You must be familiar with killing. ”

“A little.”

I gave up the count from the 100th because I was a fool.

It's not that I'm not weird.

There are so many murderers in this barbaric world.

It's because of a rare man who has never experienced war in his life. So the average adult male is level three.

Women, on the other hand, are level one regardless of age.

Reckon...

The young thief I killed was level eight.

Average 3 levels were far exceeded.

He is neither a former hunter nor a soldier, based on his skill set. It means he committed dozens of murders against innocent civilians.

If the job is "warrior," it's not the same story.

Race: Arc Human

Level: 4

Job: Warrior (EXP 500%)

⁄ Skill: Interpreter A Fortitude F Checkpoint F Assassination F Killing F

Status: Good

Level up quickly.

This is thanks to the 5x XP Booster, a great warrior perk. It has a high level of thievery and made me a lot of money.

It feels good from the first hunt.

“Ah! That's right. Warrior, haven't you leveled up yet? ”

“Ascending.”

It's a level four.

I am the world's athlete.

“Let me explain why. Every living animal has its power. Some are stronger as they grow, but many rise only in the way they are taken or consumed. And this accumulation of power is represented by a level of ability. ”

This is where the fucking fantasy begins.

The more you kill, the stronger you become.

In a growth role-playing game, this is a simple setting, but when it comes to reality, it becomes a nightmare survival.

Kill your neighbor, and you will be strong!

Fantasy God must be a pervert.

*

The thief's body was left to the security guards patrolling the market.

Our identities were guaranteed to be handed over safely. Of course I didn't reveal that I was a warrior.

In a few days, rumors will spread all over the kingdom, but until then, it was easier for me to keep it as secret as possible.

“Ranubel, take care of the money. ”

“Yes! ”

“Don't pretend to be cute. Correct.”

“Woo…. ”

In my experience, no more bad people will come here today. Our peril would have spread to the floor already.

“Are you a guest of Tony's? ”

Some shady alley.

A skinny young man who was waiting for us at the meeting place heading to the black market politely asked me.

The dark trade associations that are weak across the continents of the fantasy world are never worthy opponents. The security is extremely close to the tuberculosis, so it is difficult to reach the trunk even if you hold the tail. I couldn't find my head in the first round.

“I am the enemy, not the guest. ”

I said the promised password without being careless until the end.

“Haha! Follow me. ”

The young man with a good smile was immediately ahead.

And the second floor woodwork arrived.

It looked very ordinary. The interior was like a family home in the capital until it entered a room.

The label mutters, looking at the figure on the floor.

“This is a space magician. The ingredients are very expensive.... ”

Space Movement Wizard.

As the name suggests, it is a magician who moves space.

By putting enough catalyst into this sorcerer's portrait of a good wizard and reciting the promised command, anyone can trigger it.

“Black market kids are tough. ”

Space Movement Magic Gang is not cheap stuff.

But it is rather inexpensive considering the capital and goods traded in the black market, and the safety and trust of its clients.

Ranubel goes on and on.

“Wow…. I had no idea the black market in the capital was hiding somewhere in the capital. ”

“Don't be surprised by everything like a hick. ”

“Woo…. The warrior is strange. ”

No matter how many times Ranubel called me "Warrior," the young man's expression led us here was bold.

We think of ourselves as a promising alias.

“Sir, please use this. ”

We wore masks to conceal our identity.

I'm a wolf scourge, and a lanubel is a fox.

There were occasional interest in wandering the black market without masks, but I couldn't do that, a warrior who would sell his face in the future.

“I need you to hurry. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

The young man, who saw us go up on the magic camp in our masks, murmured a small 'Promised Command'.

Soon, a magical wave of light arose.

Flash!

We quickly moved from the woodwork to somewhere.

It was dark underground.

I stopped Ranubel from using magic to illuminate the light. It can provoke lurking guards around.

This was the place in my first experience.

A secret hideout created by the Dark Chamber of Commerce under a forest to the west of the capital city.

Some idiot who was obsessed with cults was often used as a black market until he summoned the demon here.

I've also visited several times as a pure guest.

“It's an honor to have you in my store. ”

A middle-aged guide who appeared in the dark politely greets you.

I only asked after a slight nod.

“Auction?”

“We will begin shortly. We don't have time, so we'll briefly explain and take you to a reservation. To bid, tap on the bell in front of the seat. It is always upfront and only deals with currency and jewelry. We are not responsible for damages or problems caused by self-masking or revealing your identity. ”

I already know this content.

But Ranubel was the first.

“Cutlass. You heard the guide, didn't you? ”

“I'm not a pickax, Ra-uop?! ”

“You just keep your mouth shut. ”

“...... ”

Lift your hand off the lips of the hard nodding Ranubel.

Archaeologist's label.

It is quite famous in the central continent of Fantasy.

What are we supposed to do, just name it in the black market?

It was good to take money from the king of the dumplings, but the manager was nervous.

“Follow me. ”

We move quickly through the dark tunnels, guided by a guide. Never get into trouble here.

If you don't want to be buried alive.

“Warrior, there are explosive magicians everywhere. ”

Ranubel has informed me of his disappearance.

I know. No, it's a first-time experience.

“If you don't want to be buried in the depths of five basements, don't talk about it here." ”

“Aha!”

Through a dark tunnel, you arrive at a large space. There was no window in the basement, but it was as bright as the day on the ground and the air was pleasant.

“Have a good time. ”

A respectful guide leaves.

The venue we were guided to was reminiscent of the awards ceremony for the broadcaster.

Its shape is a thrust stage projecting toward the spectacle. It was caring to see the product, slavery, in 3D.

All guests were placed separately for privacy.

A simple beverage, refreshments, and a pure gold table are available on top of the round table assigned to each seat.

This is the black market.

This is where the warrior's calibration will take effect.

“... Then, let the auction begin now! ”

Oh, my God!

Oh, man!

The host, who received a round of applause from the guests, finished greeting, and the first prize with the iron bars came up on stage.

“Surviving reverse warriors in the Demon Lands! Do you see these scars all over you? We were fortunate enough to find and heal him, who was defeating and dying a powerful demon! The warrior of the inversion who enslaved himself to repay the favor! Perfect for gladiators or bodyguards! ”

Do you really think so?

Let's check his stats.

Race: Human

Level: 11

Job: Warrior (War Health )

⁄ Skill: Luck B Survival E Slash F

Status: Anxiety

Reverse warriors suck!

No matter how much I wrap it, it won't work for me.

I'm strangely fortunate, but I don't have a hole in the black market that pays for such weaklings.

This is not a flea market.

The visibility of seeing the product is very high...

Ding-dong!

Everyone seems to have a lot of money.

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