Late at night, Tenth Street in the Janus District.
A few thugs brimming with underworld air walked down the deserted street, surrounding a white-haired young man.
“Boss, is that weapon dealer you mentioned really reliable?
Is his gear actually that miraculous?” an underling with a bulging waist asked the white-haired youth.
“Yeah, Boss.
What kind of broken blade sells for 200,000 Dennies?
200,000 Dennies is enough for us to hit up ‘Afterlife’ on Seventh Street how many times?
I heard a few new bovine Thiren girls just arrived at Afterlife—blondes with blue eyes and tits bigger than their heads.” Another underling leaned in with a dirty grin.
“Boss, want to go get some action together?” “We’ll talk about that after we finish this business…” Whitey fiddled with his phone, confirming his location on the map.
His mind wasn’t on tits bigger than heads.
Over the past two days, while surfing the web, he had stumbled across a Level 1 alt account on Inter-Knot selling weird items.
That Level 1 alt hyped up its wares on the post like crazy—things like “a pocket watch from Sakura Island that stops time inside a train,” “vibrating fitness gear with a forced stun effect,” “a handgun that lands headshots every shot,” and “a shotgun that lets you fire infinitely as long as your luck holds…” All sorts of weird items filled the post, and none of them were cheap.
Among them, a tachi caught his eye the most.
It was also currently the most expensive weapon sold by that alt account.
Named Tachi “Wuming,” the description called it an evil, cursed blade.
“An ominous blade that consumes anyone who wields it, turning them into a monster neither human nor ghost.
Only a true powerhouse can tame this ominous blade, and once tamed, it can slice through everything inside a Hollow.” Such a divine weapon!
One glance, and he couldn’t look away.
Only a weapon like this was worthy of him, Whitey Miguel!
Ever since he was a kid, he had believed he was no ordinary fish in the slums’ pond—when the wind and clouds met, he would transform into a dragon!
Guided by his phone’s navigation, the group turned into a alleyway.
“This is it.” Whitey put away his phone and alertly scanned the alley.
Debris was stacked all over the quiet alley.
Forget people, there wasn’t even a female cat in heat.
“Boss, nobody’s here.” “No shit, I’m not fucking blind.
You two go inside and check.” “Got it, Boss.” Receiving Whitey’s order, the two minions pulled weapons from their waists and cautiously walked deeper into the alley.
Before they could take two steps, a chilly gust blew through the alley.
A pitch-black figure appeared out of thin air atop a crate of junk.
The sudden, eerie sight scared them so badly their knees trembled, and they scrambled backward.
At that moment, Whitey’s hair stood on end as he stared terrified at the figure in the alley.
The seller?
How did this guy pop up out of nowhere like a ghost?
“Miguel?” A raspy voice came from across the alley.
Whitey froze—the seller actually knew his name!
He had used an anonymous profile while browsing Inter-Knot!
Looking closer at the shadow, he realized the person was in a semi-transparent state.
The underlings had never seen such a spooky sight, retreating behind Whitey in a panic.
Hearing the shadowy phantom call out their boss’s name, the minions backed off even further, leaving room for their boss’s coffin.
Whitey forced down his panic.
As the boss of the Red Fangs Gang, he had to maintain his dignity in front of his crew.
If his throat didn’t feel like it was stuffed with a pair of pink panties, keeping him from speaking, he would have shouted to ask if the guy was human or ghost.
“Heh, don’t be nervous, Miguel.
I brought what you wanted.
I assume you’ve prepared the Dennies I asked for.” As the shadowy figure spoke, it floated down in front of Whitey.
Whitey, a firm believer in materialism until now, was completely dumbfounded.
A semi-transparent black cloak covered the figure, with pitch-black darkness underneath—its face was completely invisible.
“B-Boss…
what do you think?” What do I think?
I’m fucking dumbstruck!
Whitey turned to look back, only to find those cowardly bastards had already sprinted out of sight.
No!
He couldn’t show weakness right now!
So what if it was a ghost or monster?
I am Whitey of the Red Fangs Gang!
A renowned man on the streets!
With that thought, Whitey’s aura transformed completely.
“Ahem…
my Lord, the Dennies are ready.
Should I transfer them to you now?” Whitey asked with a flattering smile.
After all, it was his first time meeting such an unprecedented eccentric; showing respect to the unknown was only right.
The phantom pulled a red-painted tachi from behind its back.
Three feet long, the blade glowed with an eerie light, radiating an ominous vibe.
“Heh, just transfer the Dennies directly to the account that contacted you.” “Alright, alright, whatever you say, my Lord.” “No need to inspect the goods?” “Heh heh, no need, no need,” Whitey said, rubbing his hands together with an obsequious smile.
A big shot with such bizarre abilities couldn’t possibly sell fake goods.
And look at the quality of this blade—damn, it was definitely a divine weapon!
With this cursed blade, taking on that mysterious client’s commission would be a walk in the park.
A two-million Denny commission, with a five-hundred-thousand deposit alone!
Thanks to that 500,000 deposit, he could buy this divine weapon outright!
Afterward, he would use the remaining money to upgrade his gang’s weapons.
Combined with his own enhanced power, before long, his name—Whitey Miguel—would echo throughout all of New Eridu!
Hearing Whitey’s reply, Jiang Yu handed the long sword over.
The cloak on his body, which only provided 50% invisibility, fluttered in the wind.
He had finally gotten rid of this cursed red-affix item.
Under 100% Ether Corruption, the weapon granted +100% CRIT Rate and +100% Physical ATK.
As the wielder’s Ether Corruption deepened, the affix effect grew stronger.
At a certain level, the stats could even double.
But here came the fatal catch: you could only unleash the affix’s power while in an Ether-corrupted state?
How the hell was anyone supposed to play like that?
Chug Ether while fighting?
Before getting chopped to death by enemies, he would probably turn into an Ethereal and butcher the other side first.
Screw that!
He hadn’t even been in this world for a month, and he hadn’t seen enough black thigh-highs here!
Hmm…
whether white thigh-highs or black thigh-highs were better was still up for debate.
Deducting the 10,000 Dennies spent rerolling the affix, plus the 5% Denny bonus from his own affix [Pure Ox-Horse], he made a net profit of 200,000 Dennies.
Reselling weapons was still the fastest way to make money.
Working himself to the bone these past days had only earned him a few tens of thousands of Dennies.
“Um…
my Lord, if there’s nothing else, may I take my leave?” Whitey asked humbly, holding the red-affixed tachi with both hands.
“Alright, that’s it for now.
If any issues pop up later, don’t bother contacting me.” Jiang Yu left the alley first, walking out onto the main street.
Looking back at the alley, he could still faintly hear Whitey’s weird, uninhibited laughter.
Who knew what evil scheme that guy was cooking up.
Jiang Yu was very satisfied with this transaction.
It was his first time doing business like this.
To prevent accidents, he had specifically asked his friend Rein to check the buyer’s identity.
Learning the guy was a gang leader, and fearing getting double-crossed, he had come up with this method—using an affix item to put on a quick show and bluff the guy.
It seemed his preparation had paid off.
The stealth cloak he had once called garbage turned out to be useful in the right situation.
[Account received: 210,000 Dennies] [Total Dennies: 310,000] [Sufficient Dennies detected.
Spend 100,000 Dennies to unlock the second Affix Slot?] [Yes] / [No] (Reroll costs 10,000 Dennies) …
Choosing “No” still cost money.
He didn’t even know which company made this system.
What an absolute bastard!
After Jiang Yu selected [Yes], the system prompt faded into the air, along with 100,000 Dennies vanishing from his wallet balance.
With a thought, a panel visible only to him floated into the air.
[Name]: Jiang Yu [Race]: Human [Dennies]: 210,000 [Affix 1]: Pure Ox-Horse (Green) Standing in the factory, the pure ox-horse is me!
Effect: Dennies gained +5%.
(Spend 10,000 Dennies to refresh this affix) [Affix 2]: Unlocked.
Spend 10,000 Dennies to draw a new affix.
[Affix 3]: Locked.
Spend 200,000 Dennies to unlock.
…
Right as he was about to draw a new affix, a petite girl with twin tails popped out and blocked his way.