When Tristan arrived, Horreo raised an eyebrow.
"Did you discover anything new?"
He was, of course, referring to the goblins.
Even though their nest had been destroyed, Horreo knew the matter was far from over.
The fact that military-grade weapons had sohow ended up in goblin hands was still a huge mystery.
He had already sent people to investigate, but so far, radio silence.
And honestly? He doubted it would be that easy to uncover the truth.
Those weapons were brand new—so new that even his own elite soldiers barely had access to them.
Yet sohow, the goblins got them first?
What kind of ssed-up supply chain is this?
There was no telling how deep this corruption went.
Tristan shook his head. "Nothing yet. They're good at hiding their tracks. Not much I can do."
That was technically true.
He hadn't been investigating goblins at all—he'd been busy grabbing Blink and casually making a few million bucks.
But still, his prediction was accurate.
At this stage, the questline hadn't progressed yet, so even if Horreo searched every corner of the continent, he wouldn't find anything substantial.
Horreo sighed but waved it off. "No big deal."
Then he asked, "So, what brings you here?"
Tristan replied, "I'm planning to register my shop. But I don't know how the process works, so I figured I'd ask for so guidance."
Horreo nodded in understanding.
Ah, so it's that.
To own a shop in Davi City, just having a property deed wasn't enough.
You still had to register it with the comrcial departnt.
And that?
It was a bureaucratic ss.
Even Davi City's own residents struggled with the process—let alone an outsider.
Thinking about all the trouble Tristan had saved him, Horreo figured he should return the favor.
"I've got ti. I'll take you there myself."
Tristan was pleasantly surprised.
"Much appreciated."
With that, Horreo summoned a few guards, and together, they headed for the comrcial departnt.
Registering the Shop
The comrcial district wasn't far—just a ten-minute walk.
As they approached, several NPCs turned to stare.
A re outsider walking side by side with Horreo?
Who the hell was this guy?
Naturally, they stuck around to watch.
With Horreo leading the way, Tristan moved through without issue.
Normally?
For a player to register a shop, they had to pay a hefty fee—and on top of that, bribe the comrcial departnt officials.
Otherwise?
Good luck waiting for months.
ExoGenesis was just that realistic.
But with Horreo personally overseeing everything, the process was smoother than ever.
In less than ten minutes—
Ding!
[Congratulations! You now officially own a shop in Davi City.]
[As this is the first shop owned by a player, a global announcent will be made. You may include a 30-character ssage for advertising.]
Unlike regular system-wide announcents, shop registrations allowed a custom ssage.
And Tristan had been waiting for this mont.
[Player "Blackshade" has acquired a shop in Davi City, located at 5 Provence Avenue!]
[Player "Blackshade" has left a ssage: "Grand Opening! Gold Grade loot up for grabs! Also offering auction services!"]
The Entire Server Went Crazy
The mont the announcent went live—
The player base exploded.
"Wait, what?! You can buy shops in this ga?!"
"WTF, open the cash shop! I wanna buy property too!"
"Hold up—did he just say 'Gold Grade items'?!"
"Damn, I haven't even found a Common Grade weapon yet, and Blackshade's already selling Gold Grade gear?!"
"Bro, we're not even playing the sa ga…"
A flood of friend requests slamd into Tristan's inbox.
Millions of players tried to add him.
anwhile, Drake sent a ssage.
Drake: "Blackshade, when the hell did you get Gold Grade items?!"
Tristan responded, "From the Crimson Tomb boss. Got two mage items I don't need, so I figured I'd sell them."
Drake felt his brain short-circuit.
After a mont of silence, he replied—
Drake: "… Can you hold onto them for ? Gotta scrape so gold together."
A Gold Grade mage item would be perfect for Sophie.
As a Holy Fire Priest, gearing her up would boost the whole team's power.
Of course, Drake knew other guilds would jump at the chance to grab these items.
Since Blackshade announced it to the entire server, bidding wars were inevitable.
Drake wasn't going to ask for special treatnt.
He'd do things the right way—gather as much gold as possible and win the auction fair and square.
But then—
Another ssage arrived.
Tristan: "Oh, right. Forgot to ntion—I also have a Gold Grade mage skill book."
Drake stared at his screen.
For a long ti.
Then—
Drake: "Soone punch —I'm hallucinating."
…
He was not expecting that.
A Gold Grade skill book?!
Compared to this, their Blink skill book was absolute garbage.
Gold Grade skills were insanely powerful.
The mont Blackshade's shop opened, it would beco the most talked-about place in the ga.
Davi City would instantly beco the most popular hub.
Even if players couldn't afford Gold Grade gear, they'd still visit just to see it.
Drake let out a deep sigh.
This guy… really is a goddamn Big Shot.
The Guild Token Hunt
After so casual conversation, Tristan asked—
"What's the na of the player who found the Guild Token?"
He had just dropped a massive announcent.
If that player still didn't get the hint, there was no saving them.
Drake: "ShieldBreaker. My guys say he's probably a hidden class. Pretty high-tier talent. He soloed a Boar King and got the token."
ShieldBreaker…?
Tristan vaguely rembered the na.
In his past life, this guy started out strong.
But later?
He disappeared.
Didn't even make it to the God Descent phase.
After ExoGenesis rged with reality, many top players vanished overnight.
So were killed by monsters.
So were wiped out by special items.
And many were assassinated in real life.
This was exactly why Tristan was planning to move.
His current rental place was way too unsafe.
With the na in hand, Tristan opened his friend requests.
It didn't take long to find ShieldBreaker and accept.
At the sa ti—
Far away, ShieldBreaker—who was farming boars—saw the notification pop up.
He imdiately sent a ssage.
ShieldBreaker: "I've heard a lot about you."
Tristan: "Likewise. Let's get to the point—what are your plans for the Guild Token?"
ShieldBreaker responded, "Obviously, I plan to auction it at your shop. You announced an auction venue, which ans you wanted this to happen, right?"
Tristan smiled.
Smart guy.
Talking to intelligent people was always easier.
He replied—
"You can use my shop. No transaction fees. I only have one request—don't sell it early."
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