Miranda sorted through some lists Sultan had handed to her, as well as the formal contract he had written up mere moments after their return from the Treasure Hunt. She skimmed the contract over, already aware of what it was about, primarily looking for any word traps or phrasing she didn’t quite agree with.The contract was for him to act as a broker and sell items for Haven and Jake during the Auction a week later. The lists he had handed her included items he already possessed as well as people he had already made agreements with during the Hunt.Reading over the contract, it became clear the man was giving extremely favorable terms to them, seeking to only take a flat fee for high-value items and a small percentage on lower-priced goods, though he did emphasize his belief that nothing below epic-rarity would be sold at the Auction simply due to the volume of items gained from the Treasure Hunt.As for why Sultan was so interested in a deal—well, besides him being a businessman, th

Jake had never been the type to enjoy road trips much, most likely because they always included being cramped in a car with too many other people, and there were always at least a few he didn’t know that well. He had still gone on a few, and the times he’d gone with his family were fine, but extended periods of nothing did weigh you down.Traveling across the landscape as you bent space to your will and teleported one step at a time did seem different, but it turns out it really wasn’t, besides it being a one-man road trip. The first few hours had been just fine. Heck, the first day had been just fine, as there were many interesting sights and new creatures to see. Still, it did begin to get a bit samey, especially when he reached a long stretch of empty plains with pretty much no creatures aside from the occasional hole leading into a vast underground area filled with insects.None of them bothered Jake, and he didn’t head underground to bother them either. Perhaps there would be foe

Jake, in the end, decided to just be normal and enter as everyone else would. Besides, it wasn’t like that much border control was going on, as the entire gate was more than ten meters wide and without any real defenses while open.When he got closer, he saw a simple-looking registration booth with a sign advertising how to get citizenship, with another, slightly larger office for the merchants to go and register. There wasn’t really any visitor center or control of who entered or exited, but he did feel like he passed a barrier when he entered the city—as well as a few pairs of eyes on him.He kept walking a bit further into the city, seeing a crowd of people even though it was the middle of the night. People didn’t really need to sleep much anymore, if at all, often making the nightlife as buzzing as its daytime counterpart.It did vary, as many professions needed to prepare things, and it just came most naturally to fall into old customs. For example, if a blacksmith needed to craf

The damp cavern was filled to the brim with life. Countless beasts and other kinds of monsters congregated. There were bears, wolves, insects, and birds, and even elementals and plant-based lifeforms present.William made his way through the crowd as the monsters regarded him, but none attacked. Not that they were not threats, for every single one of them was at least at level 150, with a few approaching the peak of D-grade.He had just returned from his trip, and the three days of travel, as well as the one day of talking with Ms. Kim, had not been pleasant. William had believed understanding his origin would help. But he still didn’t get it.The Judge had been strong, but he was still just human. Not like him. He saw those damn eyes in his dreams every time he closed his eyes; constant visions haunted him day and night, and nothing he did seemed to help. If he didn’t know better, he would think he was cursed…Nevermore had been a good escape. Five whole years just spent practicing h

Miyamoto sat in a chair with a cane at his side as he waited for the Auction to begin. Reika had gone to organize things, while he had taken the opportunity to speak to a certain someone."Embracing the gift will likely lead to immediate reprieve from, if not outright healing of, your current state of weakness, " the former Monarch of Blood said as he stood beside him, looking out onto the field of flowers. The Sword Saint identified him, as he still found his presence surprising.[Vampire – lvl 135]He was still bound to the treasure and himself, too, as his level was the same as Miyamoto’s own. If he had regained them, that is. He had “gained” a single level during this time through his Sword Meditation, but he would have to wait till he felt better to truly regain them.As for becoming a vampire?"I have no desire to stop being human, and even if I did… as long as ambiguity as to ownership of the Legacy persists, I shall do nothing with it," Miyamoto answered, shaking his head."Th