SSS Ranked Merchant: Rebuilding a Broken Kingdom With Unlimited Wealth Chapter 22: Doomed!

The morning arrived with the usual symphony of birds chirping, villagers chattering, and, most importantly, the enthusiastic babbling of a certain overaffectionate mother.

"There, there, my little angel. Does my baby want her milkies?~"

Lyrasia wanted to die.

Every single day. Without fail. Like clockwork. The grand humiliation of being force-fed as if she were a helpless infant when, in reality, she was an all-powerful future rchant mogul trapped in a tiny, pathetic baby body.

And yet, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

So, with dead eyes and a resigned soul, she latched on.

'Might as well get this over with...'

As she suffered, Felix strolled past, now donned in a slightly more refined outfit, looking oddly important as he prepared to leave. "See you!" he called out casually, waving over his shoulder.

Lyrasia choked on her milk.

'SEE YOU?! NO—CO BACK!'

The mont he walked out that door, their doom was sealed.

Lyrasia flailed dramatically, but her mother only cooed and repositioned her, misinterpreting her panic as excitent. 'This is it. My family is screwed.'

By the ti she was released from her morning tornt, she was deposited back into her room, completely drained of life. She flopped onto her bed like a fish, covering her tiny face with her tiny hands.

That's when Ruan strolled in, looking far too smug for soone who definitely did sothing illegal.

"I have sothing," she whispered conspiratorially, pulling out a slightly crumpled letter.

Lyrasia squinted at it. "Where... did you get that?"

Ruan grinned. "Don't worry about it."

'That ans worry about it.'

She snatched the letter and quickly scanned it. One na kept appearing over and over again, like a bad on:

Vortell Trading Company.

That wasn't just any business. That was a rchant syndicate. The kind that didn't just sell goods—they controlled them.

These weren't simple traders. These were extortionists.

And the worst part? They controlled the entire regional market.

The artificial scarcity, the restricted sales, the forced hoarding—it wasn't Telio's fault.

It was them.

If Telio didn't comply, Vortell would cut off all trade, leaving the village with nothing.

Lyrasia's hands trembled as she clenched the letter.

This was worse than she imagined.

She wasn't just dealing with a corrupt village head.

She was dealing with a network of powerful rchants who could crush entire villages at will.

And her family had just stepped right into their world.

She gulped.

This was bad.

Really bad.

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[TENTH MISSION: Get Your First Practice As A Blademancer!]

[Objective: In order to get stronger in this world, you must also be powerful in form and magic.]

[Reward: 350 Experience Points]

[Ti Limit: 3 Minutes]

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There was no ti to waste. Not when she knew the truth about the Vortell Trading Company. Not when her father was about to be tangled in a web of corruption. She needed power. Real power.

And there was only one person in this village who could give it to her.

Sir Usario's house stood at the edge of the village, a humble structure compared to the village head's grand ho, but its sheer presence was imposing. It had the aura of a battlefield—a place where warriors were made and broken. Lyrasia, being neither warrior nor particularly threatening at the mont, did what any desperate person would do.

She barged in.

"Usario! Train !" she bellowed as loudly as her tiny lungs allowed.