“That looks good.”
“I’ll buy one.”
“Please give me one as well.”
Weed sold the headbands like souvenirs to the crowd. ‘As expected, I have to sell them off when the crowd is excited.’
He made discounts and a buy five, get one free deal under the pretext of a special customer appreciation sale.
The headbands also sold out in an instant!
“Then the next thing is…”
The goods Weed put out one after another were japtem that fell greatly in importance! The spoils he had earned from hunting Undead were bones, tattered clothing, and weapons like rusty longswords. Rusted weapons had lowered maximum durability, and they became exponentially weaker if used by Undead.
The Merchants who had been doing business near Weed could only look on in envy at the sight of his goods selling like hotcakes.
“Please wait just one moment, sir.”
Weed tidily used his sword sharpening skill and armor cleaning skill to make the exteriors all glossy and smooth.
“These are souvenirs that will draw luck to their owners! This isn’t a chance that comes day in and day out. These goods will not be sold after I run out of stock today.”
He was selling off items that would never, ever be used as equipment. The leg bone of a Skeleton sold for a whopping 1 Gold!
With the emptied backpacks on his back, Yellowy stealthily left. Then he entered a secluded alley in Morata Square for a secret rendezvous.
His face covered by a robe, a sly man was waiting in the alley.
“You must be Yellowy. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Moooooooo!
“Here are the goods. Please tell Weed the profit will be divided exactly 6 to 4.”
Yellowy understood and nodded. Then his empty backpacks were filled to the brim with japtem.
The man waiting in the alleyway. His identity was Mapan.
“We can’t miss the opportunity to sell off japtem at high prices.”
The strategy was to disguise even normal japtem as souvenirs in order to sell and earn more!
Weed even inscribed his name into the bones with his carving knife.
Be happy. Weed.
I wish you happy hunting. Weed.
Remember the fierce battle against the Lord of the Undead; Balkan Demoph, Weed.
To be honest, he hadn’t even fought against Balkan. He had only taken the barbarians to subdue a small portion that had broken off from the vast group of Undead!
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Topics about the Wargod Weed were posted on Royal Road’s forum.
There were a few people showing him respect for having solved the quests on the Continent of Magic. However, there were more people reporting his wrongdoings.
– He killed me for asking how much he bought his equipment for!
– He killed me for cutting in front of him in line at a store.
– At least there was a reason why the two of you were killed. I was killed for being in a dungeon that he was going to hunt in.
– He killed me for yawning.
– He killed me just for being a man.
– I died twelve times. In town, in the square, in the hunting ground, no matter where we met. Later, feeling wronged, I asked him why and he told me it was because he didn’t like my name.
– What was your name?
– ShittyIdiotWeed.
– You deserved to be killed.
An enormous amount of Weed’s misdeeds emerged.
The forum was centered around Weed. Topics that had always been of interest were buried.
– I was killed over thirty times by Weed. I went at him viciously, you see.
– Thirty times? You’re speaking out over that amount? I died over fifty times. There are probably many people who remember the player who bothered Weed until the end; Chestnutty.
– Mr. Chestnutty. You probably never got within a knife’s length of him, right?
– Heh. People above, don’t fight. No matter how much you all died, is it as bad as me? As for me, I was a ranking player within the top 50 in the Continent of Magic. I even had the rare item Apejan’s Circlet. After killing me, Weed took that Apejan’s Circlet and equipped it.
– I’m jealous.
– To have gotten an item taken from you by Weed… did Weed use that item for long?
– It was an item he equipped even when he was hunting the Black Dragon. Waah!
Misplaced pride!
Because Weed was such a famous player, there were also many high level players related to him. Players who didn’t often reveal their whereabouts in Royal Road made comments. Even players who had risen to the Hall of Fame, posted their experiences from their past days in the Continent of Magic, adding to the legends about Weed.
The record of a former Thief who had followed Weed, undiscovered through dungeon exploration until he died was the highlight.
– Dungeon clearing of the very fastest speed! The sight of him clearing away groups of monsters that surrounded him without fear was enough to give me the creeps. He certainly had fighting ability, but I had never before seen anyone with such efficiency, they didn’t even have any superfluous movements. Even while wounded and falling into traps, Weed pressed onward endlessly.
– What dungeon was that?
– What boss monster appeared?
– I don’t know it either. I died in the middle of it because I got discovered by Weed.
While wandering lonesomely through hunting grounds, Weed did not bother with right or wrongs. He would simply kill them if they were an eyesore. He even killed guilds that attacked him, and killed those who annoyed him.
His ruthless infamy had accumulated extensively.
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