All Chapters of THE MERCHANT'S SECRET: My Unexpted Isekai Life: Chapter 81
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Chapter 2
On the next day, I wheeled out a polished wooden crate in the centre of the plaza. This was the moment I’d been waiting for.“Your Majesty,” I said, popping the latch, “I present: the Roller Blade. A Robinson Town original.”I strapped them on, the black-and-chrome boots glinting in the sun. The second I pushed off, I heard people gasp—and I leaned into the glide, weaving through flags, fountains, and flower petals like ice on silk. Hell, I felt like a champion from the Olympics. The cheers kept coming like thunder. I may be alone and just an ordinary convenience store sales boy, but here in this world, I am the hero. Yes. This was the life I wanted. I smiled at the thought and at how grateful I was.Then, one of the nobles actually dropped his wine.“By the stars!” Duke Harrow stammered. “He’s flying—no, gliding?!”“It’s wheels under boots!” gasped Countess Lira, looking ready to faint. “I need one.”I skidded to a stop, bowed dramatically, and declared, “Glad you like them. But I’m
Chapter 3
That evening, we held a feast in the town plaza. Lanterns floated above us, glowing with enchanted light. Tables overflowed with food. Music played on my imported instruments—guitars, ukulele, and even a drum set someone figured out how to use.I sat on my manor’s balcony, surrounded by the people who made all this happen—Silvarya by my side, Elvie and Ella laughing over some inside joke, and Kael silently sipping tea while watching everyone like a hawk.And me?I just breathed. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about the next enemy. I was thinking about the next project. The next upgrade. The next quest.But first… some damn rest.So when the stars were high, I slipped into my study, closed the door, and sank into the chair by the fireplace.Home.And this time, I wasn’t alone.*****After dinner in the manor, I sat down at my desk to go over the reports when a familiar golden screen flickered into view.The moment I pressed “YES,” a shiver ran through the air—like
Chapter 4
After checking in with the farmers and fishers, I made my way to the pottery team, who had set up tents near the river’s clay-rich banks.Igor was in the thick of it, his dark coat long forgotten on a stump. His sleeves were rolled past the elbows, and his arms were dusted in white like he had wrestled a flour golem. A smudge of clay ran across his cheek like a tribal mark, but the man wore it like a badge of honour. Around him, workers shaped bowls, pipes, and jars on simple turntables I’d helped design with Kael’s carpentry crew.“Sir Viscount,” Igor called out, mock-saluting me with a clay-covered hand. “Our first kiln is almost done. We’ll be firing mugs by dusk.”I couldn’t help but grin. “Make one shaped like a chicken. My breakfast mug broke, and I need something equally ridiculous.”He barked a laugh. “Consider it done.”I crouched near the workbench and pulled out a sealed crate I’d hauled back from the system. When I pried it open, the contents shimmered—high-grade mana clay
Chapter 5
A thick fog clung to the water like a curse, and not even Flare’s heat could burn it off completely. It was unnaturally cold, unnaturally still. The kind of silence that made warriors check their blades twice.Our convoy parked near the southern dock. Trucks. Mana bikes. Artillery drones perched like vultures on the high ridge, sensors primed. My squad—twenty elite men led by Felix—were suited up in enchanted armour, machine guns mounted with mana-etched rounds. Even the new prototype boomstick I'd ordered from the System gleamed in the morning light."Positions," I ordered.They moved without hesitation. I stood beside the shimmering lake as the morning mist clung to the surface like a silk veil hiding a monster beneath. My boots crunched on wet gravel. Behind me, Felix and his squad of elite rangers stood in formation—dressed in dark fatigues, gear strapped to their backs, and modern rifles gleaming under the morning sun. We had machine guns, high-yield grenades, flashbangs, and mos
Chapter 6
As I dragged my sore, bruised body back to my study (still half-dressed, holding a towel and a roast leg of lake meat), the System pinged in my vision.I paused, meat halfway to my mouth.A faint blue holographic scroll unfurled in front of me. It shimmered, revealing an intricately drawn map of the region, but with a pulsing golden glow around one section: a darkened cluster of trees beyond the southern ridge of the lake.I blinked."That's... just beyond the mist line."The area was uncharted. Even the kingdom’s topographers hadn’t mapped it due to “strange energies” and disappearing scouts. Most called it a ghost forest.The map was updated again.I frowned. “System, give me details.”Great. Creepy woods. Probably cursed. Just what I needed.But still... a guardian’s grave? Possibly another hearthstone? Or something even rarer?I looked out toward the forest ridge. The mist was back. Thicker than before. I smiled. “Guess I’ll be paying a visit soon.”A Few Months Later — Winter cam
Chapter 7
The next morning, it was snowing again—light flakes that danced like ash in slow motion.I stood at the window, sipping hot cocoa, watching people pass by in thick coats and mittens. Despite the cold, laughter echoed through the square. But beneath that warmth… I still felt it.A pulse.A tug.The map to the Dark Forest was sitting in my vault that I purchased a few weeks ago. And with each passing week, the land around it grew more corrupted.It was time.*****War Room — Strategic PlanningWe gathered around the large round table in the war room, deep inside the manor’s basement level. The fire crackled in the corner. Ella handed the men coffee and cookies that butler Raymond had baked earlier.A map of the region was pinned to the wall, with glowing runes marking known locations—our town, the lake, trade routes, and now, the ominous “Grove of Whispers.”I unrolled the quest map, its surface shimmering with faint blue glyphs.Felix leaned over it, brow furrowed. “We’ve confirmed mov
Chapter 8
His form was monstrous, yet always changing—his face never settled, twisting between forms: a horned beast, a hollow-eyed king, a skeletal maiden, a child with endless teeth. His spear, forged from obsidian and bone, exhaled waves of energy that made even the stone cry out.“Vael’zhar was not born in this world,” the voice echoed around us. “He came through the rift of a shattered star... a being from the Void Between Worlds.”We watched him unleash death upon the city.The Divinefolk, proud and ancient, fought valiantly—but their mana was food to him. Each spell cast only fed the god's hunger. Their beasts of war twisted into horrors with multiple mouths and smoking eyes, just like the ones we saw at the forest's edge.Even the sky seemed to rot.When hope burnt to ash, he came.A lone figure, standing atop a ruined bridge above the seething battlefield.Human. Mortal. But cloaked in light.He was smaller than the Divinefolk, barely reaching their shoulders—but he stood as though the
Chapter 9
We left the ruined plaza of the golem behind.The deeper we pushed, the more the air thickened with ancient mana, as if the forest itself were exhaling decay. Our boots sank into moss that pulsed faintly beneath our feet. The trees grew twisted and bone-pale, their bark like old flesh, and their branches clawed at the sky. All sound was muffled—only the low, constant hum of buried power echoed through the grove.That was when the ambush began.It started with a snap—a twig. Then a hiss. A low, bubbling sound, like oil boiling over bone.“Contacts—twelve o'clock!” Kael shouted, his mana-enhanced blade snapping to life with blue arcs of electricity. They crawled from the mist.“Naive mortal,” one of the creatures sneered, the amusement in his tone cutting deeper than any blade.Creatures, dozens of them—twisted serpents with molten mouths, misted ghouls with tongues of smoke, and four-legged horrors with no heads, only writhing stalks that spat acid. Then came the obsidian-armoured gole
Chapter 10
A few hours later, we found the second seal at dusk, inside a collapsed canyon overgrown with thorny vines and half-melted ruins.A once-grand cathedral now lay in ruin—shattered columns, broken stained glass, and pieces of golden armor buried under moss and black sludge. It must have been a Divinefolk temple at one point, long before time was remembered.At its centre was the Second Rune of Binding.It was still glowing—but faintly, like a dying heartbeat. The outer edge of the seal had been tampered with, partially melted, and slashed by clawed hands far larger than any mortal could possess.But there were no bodies. No bones. No scent of battle.Nothing.“Where the hell are they?” Karl muttered, scanning the ruins with his rifle ready.However, there were ritual marks on the ground—fresh. Strange sigils painted in blood, not just any blood. Mana-rich blood. Likely beasts. Or worse.I crouched near the remains of a torch and ran a gloved hand along the cold earth. Still warm. “They
Chapter 11
That night, I stood atop the northern watchtower, looking over the snowy roofs of my town. The plaza glowed warmly below, people sipping hot drinks around the central hearthstone, kids skating on the frozen fountain, laughter echoing under winter stars.But my eyes drifted to the horizon—where the dark forest loomed like a wound that never healed.Silvarya joined me quietly, wrapping a warm scarf around my shoulders. “You don’t have to carry it alone,” she whispered.I didn’t answer. Because something was coming. And deep down, I knew this peace wouldn’t last.*****It was snowing again the night Karl and Kael left. The light flakes drifted down in silence, dusting the rooftops of Robinson Town in gentle white. I stood on the battlements, watching their silhouettes vanish into the dark edge of the forest—just two shadows swallowed by a deeper one.“Find them,” I whispered. “Before they find us.”I had no illusions about what I was asking. The cult—or whatever ancient force was manipul