On Charlotte’s right was a young woman with short green hair, who seed calr but still visibly drunk. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, watching the conversation with a silly grin. "Charlotte, you always co up with the funniest stories," she said, her voice slurred.
The third girl, sitting directly opposite Charlotte, had radiant dark skin and long golden curls. She was more animated, banging on the table and shouting sothing about "throwing everything away and traveling the world."
The last girl was short and blonde, with flushed cheeks and half-closed eyes. She was laughing so hard that she almost spilled her own drink. "Charlotte, you should teach us how to get a cute boyfriend like that Acolyte who"s always following you around,’ she joked, barely able to finish her sentence between laughs.
When I approached the group, I noticed their focus had just shifted – to . The short one noticed first and her eyes widened. "Look who"s here! Isn’t it him?’
All heads turned to . Charlotte, visibly surprised, blushed instantly.
"Ohoho, Charlotte, looks like your boyfriend ca to pick you up!" said the purple-haired girl, laughing loudly.
"She’s gonna end up pregnant by the end of the year!" added the dark-skinned girl, chuckling.
Charlotte raised her hand, trying to calm the group, but only got redder. "S-shut up, you guys! He’s just a junior! None of this makes sense!" she said, standing up quickly.
The laughter rose for a mont but quickly faded as she moved away from the other girls and ca towards . Charlotte crossed her arms and looked at with a mix of irritation and embarrassnt. "What do you want? You made look bad in front of them!"
I ignored her tone and went straight to the point. "Charlotte, who should I talk to here about selling sothing new? A stimulant that just arrived at the tower."
She raised an eyebrow, but her interest was soon piqued. "Sothing new? And are you sure it’ll be successful? If it’s sothing bad, your reputation will drop before it even starts.’
I shook my head, confident. ’It’s sothing that will change the ga around here. But I need the right contact. That’s why I ca to you.’"
She pondered for a few seconds before smiling mischievously. "Well, I’ll introduce you to Marcel, he takes care of everything that goes in and out of here. But you’re going to owe one, understand?"
"No problem." I replied while thinking. "When I et this Marcel guy. I’ll ask him in exchange for the cocaine, as well as the magic crystal... aahahha... I want Charlotte’s body. I want to rape her. Even if she sees as just a junior... I’ll paint her womb with my dirty sperm."
Charlotte looked at her friends, clearly still a little put out. She forced a smile as she said goodbye. "I’ll be right back, don’t do anything stupid without , okay?"
The short blonde girl was the first to let out a mocking laugh. "Not at all, Charlotte! You’ll end up pregnant! And that one," she pointed at , "looks like he can’t control himself!"
I frowned, hearing those words. Indirectly, she spoke the truth. When I feel like having sex, I can’t control myself and I’m capable of moving the world just to paint so hot girl’s belly with my hot, dirty sperm.
The others laughed, and the brunette with the golden curls patted the table. "It’s serious, Charlotte! We can see it on your face. He makes you blush! Take it easy, huh!"
Charlotte blushed even more, her face almost as red as the liquid in the glass she was holding. "Shut up, you idiots!" she shouted, raising her fists in exaggerated jest, but unable to hide her embarrassnt. "He’s only a junior, damn it!!!"
The group erupted into more laughter as she walked away, muttering sothing unintelligible. When she got close to , she walked straight past, pulling by the arm. "Let’s get going before they talk any more nonsense."
As we walked along the second floor, she kept her pace brisk, but I couldn’t help noticing that her eyes slid to the glass container I was holding. The powder glittered under the lights in the room, reflecting tiny points of light as if it contained tiny stars.
Charlotte frowned, clearly intrigued. I could tell she was thinking about sothing, but I remained silent, waiting for her to speak up.
"Hey," she began, glancing at the container. "Where did you get that from? It looks... different."
I gave a slight smile, but didn’t answer right away, which seed to make her more suspicious. "You don’t produce anything like that, Tyler. I an, you only know how to teach... or so I thought. How did you manage that?"
His tone was curious, but it also carried a slight incredulity. She shook her head, as if trying to dispel an uncomfortable idea.
"Don’t tell you did sothing crazy to get this. Sacrificed sothing important? Or... no." Charlotte seed lost in her own theories. "You’ve just advanced to level 1. Don’t tell you’re already ssing around with dangerous things without even knowing what you’re doing."
I rolled my eyes slightly, but kept silent. She clearly had a lot of doubts, but I didn’t intend to satisfy them at the mont.
As we approached a large reinforced door, flanked by two level 3 Acolytes, a wave of dense, oppressive energy filled the air. My body shivered involuntarily, as if I were being pressed down by an invisible force.
The guards exuded an intimidating presence. One of them, clearly the leader, was an imposing figure transford into a white wolf. His skin was covered in shiny fur, his yellow eyes fixed and attentive, and his fangs visible as he growled softly, even in silence.
Charlotte stepped forward confidently. "My junior has sothing that might interest Marcel," she announced, her voice firm.
The white wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing the situation. "What kind of product?" he asked, his voice deep and husky, full of authority.
Charlotte looked back, indicating that it was my turn to speak. Taking the lead, I held the glass container in both hands, making it visible to the guards. The glow of the powder caught their attention imdiately.
"This is it, my comrades," I began, adopting a casual, confident tone. "I’ve brought you sothing that’s going to change the ga in here. This little powder here? It catches the eye, doesn’t it? But let tell you what it does..."
I took a few steps closer, without taking my eyes off the white wolf. "This isn’t just another one of those half-baked magical stimulants you see around. This stuff gives you focus, energy, the vibe to face any challenge. And the best part? It lasts longer and hits harder. It’s the top of the top."
The white wolf arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, so I continued. "Imagine the youngsters here in the tower, those level 1 Acolytes who can’t even conjure a ball of light properly. With this here, they’ll feel invincible. And you know what that ans, right? The money is going to co in, and it’s going to co in hard."
I gave a confident smile, holding the container a little higher. "This is exclusive. First ti in the tower, and I guarantee that whoever has the exclusivity to distribute it will dominate this market. Do you realize the potential?"
The scene was almost comical. In my past world I dealt with various drug dealers, so I have so experience to draw on.
When the door opened, I was stopped instantly. The white wolf, with its piercing yellow eyes, raised one of its claws and blocked my way, its deep voice echoing through the room. "Only the salesman cos in. You must wait out here."
Charlotte seed to hesitate for a mont, but the weight of the wolf’s presence and his imposing posture made her retreat without protest. She looked at with a look that mixed curiosity and doubt, but understood that this was not the ti to question the rules of the place.
I didn’t hesitate. Without saying a word, I walked in, the door closing behind . The atmosphere inside the room was surprisingly opulent. Soft light from lamps illuminated the space, highlighting the walls adorned with rich tapestries and a heavy dark wood table in the center.
And there he was: Marcel.
He was sitting in a luxurious chair, with the air of soone who had the world under control. He wore a red haute couture cloak that covered his broad shoulders, the texture of the fabric seed almost alive, reflecting the light in a peculiar way. In his mouth, a large cigar gave off a thick, fragrant smoke, which spread through the room, giving the place a sense of decadence. A black top hat rested gently on his head, as if it were a natural accessory.
When I ca in, Marcel looked at and, when he saw , made a sign with his hand, shooing away the naked girls around the table without saying a word. They dispersed silently, as if they were part of a rehearsed choreography. He then watched with a critical eye, waiting for to introduce myself.
"What have you got to show , kid?" his voice was hoarse, laden with an imperturbable disdain. He let out another puff of smoke, the cigar in his mouth still burning slowly.
I took a deep breath, wasting no ti. "Sll that," was all I said, with a calm that only cos with the certainty of a good product.
Without a word, I opened the glass container I was carrying, the powder shining srizingly in the light of the room. I placed 100 grams on his desk, the powder spreading out as a thin white layer that reflected the surrounding light.
Marcel frowned, but said nothing, his eyes focused on what I had placed on the table. He stared back at , defiant, and without hesitation, I picked up the powder with a small card and pushed it closer to him.
"Sll this," I repeated, "and I promise you’ll see the sky."
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