In all the camps, or any city even in Earth, the rich and the poor will always be separated. There will always be the place for the rich, like the Wealth Valley, and for the poor.
There's always a Wealth Valley in all camps, and its corresponding area for the poor and unfortunate was called Rundown Street. It wasn't an official na of the street, but it was the most common thing called to the areas where the old buildings are and the poorer Hunters try to start their businesses.
In this entire street, only three stores were open. One was a bar where won dressed in overly provocative clothing while waiting for their custors, one was an inn where the building looked like it was about to collapse, and the other was a Codes shop.
They all looked bad, but the Codes shop in particular was old, like it was as old as ti itself. Just by pushing the wooden door, the rusty tal hinges would groan and the bell on top of the door would ring but it had a different noise, as if it was a tone deaf person.
"What the hell," Allen whispered to himself.
Inside the store was a small room filled with empty stands. There were only wooden cubes in the hall of the store, the part where the weapon Codes should've been showcased.
There were four bulbs in the ceiling, but only two were functional. One was blinking, while the other was completely busted. Basically, this store was a huge empty wreck.
Thinking he was in a different store, Allen tried to walk out but a woman cleared her throat, making the boy turn around. There, by the light of one of the functional lights by the counter, an old lady was looking straight to his eyes.
"U-Uhm, hello?" Allen tried to speak, but heard no response. "I was sent here by Pala to sell my Codes. She said I could sell it here?"
The woman's face changed from a stoic, to a warm gentle expression. "Oh, you must be Dante. Co here."
"Dante? Oh, yes. I am Dante," Allen scratched the back of his head after almost forgetting his new identity. "Yes, Dante. That is ."
The old lady narrowed her eyes and slolwy pursed her lips. She was examining Allen's reaction, suspiciously eyeing the boy. "You look oddly familiar."
"I do?" Allen tilted his head to the side. "I don't think I've ever t you before. I'm actually new here. I'm from a different camp, but then I transferred here."
"Oh," the old lady chuckled. "I must be thinking random stuff. Well, young man. My na is Hilda. What can I do for you today?"
"Hi, Hilda. I'm selling my Codes," Allen said. "I have three to offer right here, all Basic grade."
"Basic grade," Hilda repeated like it lingered on her mind. "Do you have a Rare grade to offer? I mostly deal with Rare grade and up."
Allen was taken aback. He was baffled, and his face looked baffled. He turned around to see the poor state of the store, and then turned back to Hilda to make a point. This store was a catastrophe, yet she's here demanding for a Rare grade.
"Oh," Hilda chuckled, then she started to tear up. "I know. But without a Rare grade, I can never promote my shop. I have lost everything due to my husband's gambling. Now I only have myself and this store."
Allen pursed his lips and did his best to suppress wrong words to co out of his mouth. At the mont, he didn't want any drama to enter his mind. He was a sensitive person, and people like Mary and Hilda would easily make his resolve crumble.
Hilda continued to sob, "Even my son who had already reached Paradise left after his father spent all our money."
Then, as if there was a lightbulb lightning above his head, Allen had an idea. Ascending to the second world was already an incredible feat, only half of the Hunters in Haven could ever ascend. The others would either die trying, or settle down.
If soone has a connection to Paradise, it ans they are connected to the governnt. It was a law imposed to protect the Hunters, since they were valuable assets. Reaching Paradise ans you multiplied your net worth to ten.
He smirked and leaned closer to the counter. "I know soone who can help you," Allen whispered. "He's a mysterious traveler who deals with Codes and items, but you have to keep this a secret."
Hilda's face lit up slightly, "Can this person really help ? But how?"
"Let's start by selling my Codes, and I'll refer you to him," Allen offered. "But his thods are unorthodox, so you have to be very careful."
"What kind of thod?" Hilda asked. "And I'm not doing sothing illegal. My son's pride would be at stake."
"Just buy my Codes and you can make, or not make, a deal with him," Allen said. "I'll even give you a discount. Three Codes for fourty thousand dollars."
"T-Three?" Hilda couldn't believe her ears. "Okay. I can do that. Three for fourty is already a huge bargain. Plus your little friend will help ."
Allen shook his head, "He's not helping you. He's just doing his job. He will try to use you as much as he can, so use him too."
His last statent was his cherry on top of the icing. Egging Hilda to use his alter ego's services as much as she could ant that Allen too can exploit her connections. It was a win-win for him and for her.
The montum for his rise was slowly starting, and he had never been this excited before.
"Are you ga?" Allen asked, quirking his eyebrow up. Hilda slowly nodded, making the boy smirk. "You can wait for him tomorrow night. He will co here when it gets dark."
"Tomorrow night, when it gets dark, okay," Hilda nodded. She was so excited that Allen could feel the adrenaline pump in her veins. This old woman might die if he keeps hyping her up, so he left the shop and went to the bank.
After taking the money to fill in the seventy five thousand paynt for Mary, Allen went to the alley where they agreed to et and wore his disguise. After this, he will rest for a mont and co back to Hilda. He now has his second client, and he wishes for this to continue.
Not long after he arrived, he heard footsteps coming close to him. Allen looked at where it was, and there, he saw Donna and Felicia.
"That's him!" Felicia yelled. "That's the *sshole who ruined our faces!"
Behind them was a man who wore the blue and black uniform of the Hunter police, an organization sent by the governnt to regulate the Hunters' behavior in each camp.
"Oh, so you're the bastard, huh?" the large police man said. "Let teach you a lesson on how to treat won right."
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