All Chapters of THE VIRGIN MERCHANT: Buying Modern Warfare In Another World: Chapter 31
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Chapter 31
I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t trust my voice not to ruin the moment with sarcasm. They kept on looking at me, like what I did was the best thing that happened in their life. Not like I was a king. Not like I was a god. But like I was theirs. Their Master. Their miracle. Their impossible truth.I leaned back, staring at the fire, listening to laughter, watching life return to a place that had already accepted death. And for once, I didn’t feel like an outsider. I felt like I belonged. And that night was a fever dream of neon-colored hope and bass-boosted miracles. As the fires roared, I brought out the small, yellow, "China-made" Bluetooth speaker."ZEE BLUE-TOOTH DEE-VICE IZ READY TO PAIR," the robotic voice boomed, echoing off the once-silent hovels.I hit play on a 1980s Disco medley. "Stayin' Alive" blasted through the dry air, and for the first time in a year, the people of Oakhaven didn't just move, they danced. It was a sight of beautiful, rhythmic absurdity: starving villag
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Chapter 32
The next morning, it was time to say goodbye.Before we left, I had a "serious" talk with Chief Armand. I pointed at the pile of plastic wrappers, empty crates, and cardboard boxes, the "Relics" and gave him the talk. "Hide these," I said, trying to look like a wise sage and not a guy who just dumped his recycling on them. "If the Queen’s goons see a Safeguard soap box and water bottle, they’ll have questions."Elsa, ever the overthinker, leaned in. "Master Art thinks these sacred vessels could be forged. Perhaps your blacksmith can weave the 'Holy Crinkly Film' into your shields to ward off dark magic."“And maybe used the water bottle to store healing herbs.” Herbert suggested behind me.Last Updated : 2026-02-16Read more
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Chapter 33
ARTHUR POVA few days later. I was leaning back against the velvet cushions, casually licking a double-scoop Belgian Chocolate cone like I didn't have a care in the world. Between licks, I was regaling Elsa with "visions" of the ancient future, basically describing New York City and Tokyo as if they were celestial realms."And then," I said, waving my free hand dramatically, "the metal carriages fly through the air, and everyone carries a tiny glass slab that contains all the knowledge of the universe, mostly used to look at pictures of cats and dance silly."Elsa was hanging on every word, her eyes wider than the ice cream scoop. Even Herbert and Barnaby were leaning in from the coachmen’s seat, their ears practically twitching. To them, I wasn't just a merchant; I was a prophet of a high-tech utopia. I felt good. I felt cool. I had 8,003 VP in the system bank and a frozen treat that shouldn't exist in this humidity."Master Art," Barnaby whispered, staring at his Mint Chocolate Chip
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Chapter 34
Jeon straightened immediately and bowed to me. Not a polite nod. Not a respectful incline.No.A full, spine-breaking, soul-leaving-the-body bow. So low I genuinely worried he might start digging. “My life, my strength, and my rebellion belong to you, Divine Master.”I shivered. Not because of fear. Because of the sheer, overwhelming awkwardness of having a grown man pledge himself like I’d personally invented gravity. Really, who would have thought a commander of a rebel faction would be like this, a servant, a slave to a mere human like me? A guy who, in his previous life, had lost arguments to vending machines.But to him? I was divine. Someone who could summon light. Someone who could create food from nothing. Someone who could conjure giant glowing illusions of himself towering over the battlefield like a smug celestial landlord. Someone who, moments ago, had accidentally invented a religion with ice cream.Elsa giggled beside me, a sound like silver bells dipped in mischief. "Ma
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Chapter 35
A heavy silence fell over the tower. Millan looked at the Queen and saw a desperation she had never witnessed before. The Queen wasn't just angry; she was in awe. She was obsessed."He thinks he is safe in the South," the Queen continued, her voice dropping to a chilling, silky tone. "He thinks his 'Viper' and his 'Ice Relics' are enough. But he is a merchant of things. I am a merchant of souls."She turned to a dark corner of the room where a shadow seemed to detach itself from the wall."We will not send mages. We will not send soldiers. Those are things he knows how to break," the Queen commanded, her eyes fixated on the distant horizon of the South. "If he wants to play the Saint, we will give him a martyr’s burden. We will use his own kindness as the noose. Millan... prepare the 'Gifts.' We are going to offer Arthur a deal that his 'Divine Heart' cannot refuse, and a trap that no relic can blast a way out of."In the cold light of the tower, the Queen’s laughter didn't sound like
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Chapter 36
Now, a week later, the "Miracle of Hoeland" was behind us, and the scenery had turned into a literal hellscape.We were at the border of the Southern Land, and let me tell you, the brochures (if there were any) would have been lies. It was a massive, scorched desert. The wind didn't just blow; it had teeth. It whipped sand against the carriage with a sound like sandpaper on glass. No plants. No trees. Just endless, shifting dunes of red dust and jagged obsidian rocks."Master Art," Barnaby called out, squinting against the glare. "We have reached the Deep-Vein Mines. This is the domain of the Iron-Dwarves."I looked out the window. Scattered across the landscape were low-slung stone bunkers and massive holes in the earth. Hundreds of short, broad-shouldered people, dwarves with beards braided with copper wire, were hauling crates of mana stones, headstones, and raw gems out of the heat. They looked miserable. The heat was pushing 45 degree celsius and they were mining in it."Great,"
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Chapter 37
As she tossed me the canister, a heavy-duty industrial CO2 extinguisher that cost me a cool 200 VP, I felt a pang of old-man guilt. I looked at those muscle-bound women. They were terrifying, sure, and they were definitely the villains here, but I didn't actually want to liquidate them. I just wanted to put them on ice, literally."I just wish I won't kill them," I muttered to myself, adjusting my grip on the nozzle. "Maybe I can just... mist them? Give them a light frostbite? A very aggressive air-conditioning?"I tried to look for a 'low' setting on the trigger, but it was a binary piece of tech: it was either 'Nothing' or 'Polar Vortex.' I held my hand up, “Hey, give a boy a breather, okay? Just a sec here,” signaling for a temporary ceasefire to regain my composure. The Amazonians actually paused. The leader raised a thick, dark eyebrow, her massive chest heaving as she let out a laugh so loud it felt like it was shaking the carriage wheels."What now, little twig?" she mocked, f
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Chapter 38
I don't know how many hours later…The God of Unconsciousness usually escorts me out of the building with a gentle pat on the head, but this time, he shoved me awake into a sensory minefield.I felt it before I saw it. The air didn't smell like desert dust or singed Amazonians anymore; it smelled like Safeguard soap and something floral. There was a warmth cascading over my neck, soft, silky hair that felt like a death sentence to my phobia-ridden brain. And then... the proximity alert in my head went from a beep to a nuclear siren.I was pillowed. Not by a feather pillow. Not by a rolled-up God-Skin jacket. Feminine touch....touching my hair, warm very warm, my brain overload, and what the heck? I was pillowed by a pair of... what, boobs? Or well, let’s just say they were very soft, very feminine, and very much in my face. Hair smells so nice, so anti-bacterial, cascading on my neck? Damn it! How?My brain tried to initiate the "Emergency Shutdown" sequence again, but the old man in
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Chapter 39
QUEEN SELENE POVI have sat upon the silver throne of Athens for a decade, weaving shadows and crushing rebellions with a flick of my wrist, but nothing prepared me for the sheer, baffling absurdity of the "Saint."The plan was a masterpiece of cold calculation. My elite Knight-Mage, Millan, and I had been tracking his carriage for days. I had forced the High Tower mages to exhaust their lifespans to create an emergency teleportation circle, a feat so taxing their hair turned as white as the salt flats. But time was a luxury I no longer possessed.I had stripped myself of my royal silks and my crown. I dyed my signature silver hair to a deep, common violet and masked my eyes with the same hue. I instructed my three most powerful warriors, Lillian and her sisters, to pose as renegade Amazonians."Slap me," I had commanded Lillian as the carriage approached. "Make it real. The Saint must see a victim, not a Queen."She didn't hesitate. The blow was heavy, ringing in my ears, but I have
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Chapter 40
ARTHUR POVThe sun had already begun to bake the red dust of the mining camp by the time I looked up from my phone. I’d spent the entire night like a crazed online shopper, scrolling through the [Tools & Hardware] tab while everyone else slept.I needed a bribe, well, a "diplomatic gift" for the Dwarf Chief. Elsa had warned me that dwarves don't care about lollipops or disco; they care about things that work as hard as they do. So, I dropped 300 VP on five high-end Heavy-Duty Multi-Tools. You know the ones: pliers, wire cutters, three types of saws, and a bottle opener, all made of stainless steel that looks like it was forged in a star.While I was "shopping," Elsa handed me two scrolls that had arrived via messenger bird. One was from Rufus, sounding like a worried grandfather. He’d heard "exaggerated rumors" probably about the fifty-foot holographic giant, and wanted to make sure I wasn't dead. He reminded me that the Southern Land was a sanctuary. Thanks to a centuries-old treaty,
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