"You piece of shit! Don't waste my fucking ti!" The rchant scowled loudly, his flat hand smashing on the wooden counter separating him and Zayn.
In the eyes of the skinny rchant, Zayn was just a Normie kid, nothing else. The only reason why he didn't straightaway snatch the Warhamr was that he would be frowned upon if he would lower himself to steal even the things of Normies. That was not good for business.
Zayn ignored how angry the rchant was because it was nonsensical. The rchant looked like he was in his 20s, his Stigma was small and blue in color. The design of the blue Stigma was rather simple because it was an old scale that was pretty small in size. It didn't even cover half of the rchant's back of the hand. His brown hair was greasy and his amber-colored eyes were filled with anger and greed.
'If you feel better lashing out at for having been granted a shitty blessing, go for it…but stay professional, you piece of shit!' Zayn cursed in his mind without saying anything out loud.
He already knew how society works so he accepted being mistreated for a little longer. Changing the outlook of society wouldn't be easy and Zayn was not planning to achieve that, either way. However, what he could do was gain respect and be feared as an individual!
For now, there was not too much Zayn could do about their attitude, thus, he retrieved five purple marbles and put them down on the wooden counter.
"How much can I get for them?"
The marbles rolled over the wooden table before they stopped as they ca in contact with the young rchant's hand that was still resting on the counter.
Looking at the half-broken marbles, the rchant was just about to shout out loud and beat the shit out of Zayn for bringing trash into his shop, and for wasting his ti when sothing caught his eye.
His mouth clamped shut and his eyes squinted as the rchant carefully picked up one of the purple marbles.
"Cores of the Undead…"
The rchant looked at each of the purple marbles for a few seconds before he put them down on the counter once again.
"Where did you get them from??" He asked intrusively, his eyes shining brightly.
For a mont, the rchant even forgot his initial anger and obvious contempt at Zayn for being a Normie.
"I killed a few Undead, obviously."
"..."
"They seem quite valuable. How much can I get for them?"
Zayn was a petty person. Of course, he would rember those who mistreated him, and he would use every possible opportunity to enrage those who would take him too lightly.
He was a Normie, so what? Who said that he needed a Blessing, Powers granted from so God, let alone their system?
Zayn was fine by himself, without anyone else writing his destiny for him. He didn't need the Blessing of a God to beco stronger. His Grimoire and mories were more than enough to gain more benefits than the strongest Blessing could grant him even if it would take him more effort than those blessed bastards. That was sothing Zayn was certain about and he was willing to work toward that goal with all his might!
It was necessary to be strong enough for what he had planned, either way…
The young rchant squinted his eyes and he looked at Zayn for a quarter of a second before he cleared his throat.
"For Cores of the Undead of this size and in such bad condition, I can give you…40 copper coins!"
Zayn pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing that the rchant was trying to con him because he was a Normie, young and he might look like an innocent, naive fool.
'Well, if you want to play with , then let's play along!'
"I changed my mind. I can barter the Selvia Warhamr if you wish!" Zayn proposed all of a sudden.
The rchant had already forgotten about the Selvia Warhamr as his focus was locked on the five Cores of the Undead, but his eyes shone even brighter than before as he heard the enticing words of the Normie.
"You could have said that earlier, you little rat!" He growled even though he was happy when he noticed the coldness within Zayn's eyes.
'Your greedy ass should be grateful to make a profit today!' Zayn rely thought before he pointed at a few things he wanted.
"I want the 40 copper coins and everything I've pointed at in exchange for the five Cores of the Undead and the Selvia Warhamr!"
Zayn spoke in confidence but the rchant could only look at him in bafflent for a mont. The confidence was wiped away from the face of the shrewd businessman because Zayn was the most unique custor he had encountered in a long ti, in a favorable way for the rchant, of course.
"I'm making a loss with that trade, but take it," The rchant said while making a sad face as he retrieved a small pouch with exactly 40 copper coins inside.
'What loss?! I'm the one incurring a loss here!'
Zayn got his hand on the things he pointed at earlier and the rchant watched him vigilantly.
It was almost as if the rchant expected him to snatch a few more goods than bargained for. He would intervene if that were to be the case.
However, Zayn didn't take anything valuable that exceeded the price he could get for the Selvia Warhamr.
He got his hand on a large silver iron mace, a large shield that was shaped like a teardrop, a large backpack, and a scabbard for the silver iron shortsword.
Zayn fastened both the pouch and the scabbard to his student uniform before he used the stripes of the large shield to put it on his back.
The shield covered his backpack and the large silver iron mace which he had stuck horizontally between the specifically allocated stripes at the long shield.
'I am a…turtle…' Zayn realized but he ended up shrugging his shoulders.
He knew that he made a slight loss with the exchange but carrying around the Selvia Warhamr was simply not feasible for soone like Zayn. He was way too weak and it would attract more attention than his current possessions.
Furthermore, a large silver iron mace and a long shield made out of keran wood and coated with silver iron were a much better combination than a single heavy silver iron Warhamr.
If Zayn wanted to, he could still go out and fight Skeletons, but it was also possible to fight other opponents with the Human Spirit. There was no need to smash the Warhamr around and accidentally injure himself in the process. Instead, it was possible for Zayn and the Human Spirit to work together and achieve better results without the warhamr, even if it was a very good weapon against the Skeletons.
Thus, he left the rchant's shop in satisfaction, leaving behind the skinny rchant who grasped the shaft of the Slevia Warhamr with greed in his eyes.
"You are mine, baby!" He purred like a cat while trying to easily lift the Warhamr.
However, he slipped because of the unexpected weight of the Warhamr and fell on his butt.
"Huh?"
The rchant gave it a second try, firmly closed his fingers around the shaft of the Warhamr with both of his hands, and gave it a hard tug using all his might.
In the following seconds, the rchant's entire head turned red like a tomato, and his eyes bulged, yet, the Warhamr barely moved.
"What the…" He blurted out the mont he let go of the warhamr's shaft. It crashed into the dark wood floor, throwing splinters around where it remained unmoving like an iron fortress.
"This kid…carried that thing all by himself…?"
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