I Became A Black Merchant In Another World Chapter 1

These days, there are plenty of protagonists in otherworldly stories who want to live a peaceful, relaxed life.

A life completely opposite to the busy, stressful one of the 21st century Korea.

I’ve lived comfortably in this world for about 20 years now without a single complaint.

Except, of course, for the lack of electricity.

“Is the easy life coming to an end?”

Once I walk through that door and hear my father’s decision, my life will probably change 180 degrees.

But there’s no avoiding this mont.

“Father, I’m coming in.”

I knocked on the door three tis before entering the room.

The father of the body I’ve been inhabiting looked at with a serious expression and told to sit.

“This will take a while. Sit down.”

“Yes.”

“Yesterday, your brother’s formal investiture as the heir was completed. As a result, I am no longer the head of the dici barony.”

He may have stepped down from his position, but it was only in appearance.

My brother, the eldest son, is just a 30-year-old kid, so he’ll need plenty of help from our father.

“By tradition, now that you’ve reached adulthood, you have to leave this house. I don’t think you’re aiming for your brother’s barony, but…you never know what might happen in life.”

“Yes, I understand.”

He’s essentially telling to leave, but there’s no point in arguing.

If I resist, I’d be seen as a traitor to the family, aiming for the barony, and might face a mysterious death.

I find it oddly amusing that I’m experiencing a classic banishnt scene straight out of a web novel.

But the father before isn’t the kind of cruel man who would kick out for being the second son without any talent.

“Fabio, even though you’re the second son, you’re still my precious child. So, I—no, the dici family—will support you as much as possible. If you want to go to the academy, you can go. If you want to beco a soldier, I’ll make sure you have a path to beco an officer. We’ll give you ample funds from the family.”

The academy he ntioned isn’t the type filled with beautiful girls like in web novels, obviously.

It’s a place where 100% of the students are male, and upon graduation, you get a certificate equivalent to the fifth grade public service position in Korea.

But having a certificate doesn’t an you’ll be hired, so you’d also need to make an appropriate donation when you apply for jobs.

Becoming an officer would an using the family’s connections to get a cushy lieutenant post.

It’s not fair by any ans, but that’s how employnt works in a fantasy world like this.

No matter which path I choose, the family’s spending won’t be insignificant, but most nobles provide this level of support at minimum.

Golden spoon fathers can’t stand seeing their kids suffer because of a lack of money.

“What are you planning to do? I’ll fully support whatever you decide.”

Neither option appeals to much.

I’ve already seen how the army and civil service function here, where it’s normal to use family connections and money to secure a job.

If a superior tells you to cough up personal money for drinking or entertaining, you have no choice but to comply. There’s no one to complain to, no matter how absurd the demand.

In fact, such things are considered a part of the superiors' generous training.

And now you’re asking , with mories of a past life, to enter this chaotic ss?

I’d probably lose my mind in a few years.

“I want to beco a rchant, like our family’s founder, Cosimo.”

“Why on earth would you want to beco a lowly rchant? Alright, let’s hear your reasons.”

Father’s frown deepened as he asked to hear my reasons.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was deciding whether to beat after hearing what I had to say.

I can’t bla him—rchants in this world are basically like gangsters.

They form guilds, split up the market among themselves, and if a newcor does too well, they send thugs to beat him half to death.

They sell quality goods to nobles, but to commoners without backing, they sell overpriced junk and respond with fists if anyone complains.

The idea of rchants as scum has beco an everyday truth.

Who would be happy about their child becoming a mafia mber?

“It may sound childish, but I’ve always thought about making and selling things since I was young. But until now, I held back for the sake of my brother and the family.”

Here, trying to present a business plan would be pointless.

Even if the family’s main business is managing territories rather than running a significant trading company.

“I’ve always wanted to make a na for myself as a rchant. But I held back because of my brother and the family. Now that I’m going independent, I want to give it a try.”

Honestly, ever since I reincarnated in this world, I’ve dread of changing it through business.

It may be a dream suited for young fools, but isn’t it kind of cool?

A life where I challenge myself to see how much I can change this world with 21st-century skills and experience.

So I’ve managed to co up with several ga-changing innovations, but being the second son of a barony, I couldn’t do anything with them.

If I outshined my brother, the legitimate heir, I’d risk being exiled by my powerful father and family.

“Please, just give one chance.”

I wanted to argue logically, but trying to present a business plan here would be pointless.

I don’t have any accomplishnts to show yet.

So I decided that appealing to his emotions for initial support would be better.

Once I show even a sliver of success, I can leverage that to secure more support.

Soone once said, it’s a thousand tis harder to go from zero to one than from one to two.

“Fabio, you’ve never given any trouble before, so if this is what you want, I’ll support you. But there’s one condition.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Show enough potential to convince . Otherwise, you’ll have to go to the academy or beco an officer.”

I can try if I want, but unless I produce extraordinary results, he’ll find a way to exercise his veto.

“I will bring you a good result, no matter what.”

Right now, my mind is filled with countless examples of success stories distilled from many people’s failures.

Failure is simply not an option.

In this fantasy world, the Tosca Empire, you have to establish ties with politics if you want to do business.

From small-ti bakery owners in rural villages to large rchants with dozens of shops.

Because if rchants don’t give respectful gifts to officials, they’ll find any ridiculous excuse to destroy their shop.

Korean history textbooks call a more polished version of this kind of control ‘rchant monopoly rights.’

“If I try to create sothing revolutionary, it could end up being for nothing if I don’t win over the right people. So, I should start by making sothing that’ll appeal to them.”

I have the backing of the dici barony, but they won’t help unless I prove I can succeed independently.

Declining an offer like a position in the academy or as an officer is like turning down an acceptance to Seoul National University’s dical school in Korea.

They won’t take kindly to a son who rejects such an opportunity to beco a rchant.

“The nobles in this world survive by flaunting luxury. I should make sothing luxurious first, right?”

If nobles don’t flaunt luxury, they’re devoured by others.

If you boast about frugality, other families will see you as easy pickings and co at you with forks and knives.

So, they pour taxes collected from the people into luxury, all to uphold their family’s prestige (and pomp).

They’re even willing to go into debt with rchants to flaunt luxury.

Leading a new luxury trend ans more chances to get close to the nobles.

“I need to create a new luxury item to show my potential. But what should I make?”

Things like glass crafts are already everywhere, and if I spread concepts like Rococo architecture, it might not work.

There’s a 99% chance of failure because it won’t fit the current trends.

Art usually fails if it doesn’t follow trends.

And those trends are set by people as high up as emperors or grand dukes.

“So, in the end, it has to be sothing visually pleasing and delicious.”

In this Tosca Empire, nobles spend most of their ti, outside of eating and sleeping, attending lavish banquets and engaging in power struggles.

Just by creating a fresh, visually appealing dish for these banquets, I could bring so exciting change.

An indulgent dessert that’s white, fluffy like a cloud, and adored by won…

“Should I start with a cake made from whipped cream?”

A cake with a white base topped with vibrant fruits—beautiful to look at, and the ultimate luxury item loaded with sugar and fruit.

It’s sure to be a hit.

Failure? That’s simply not an option.

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