Weed began advertising his goods to the gathered players.
“Antennas? Fangs? What kind of japtem are they to be so expensive?”
The prices they reaped when sold at a general goods store were fantastic.
Weed had hunted and gathered japtem exclusive to the River of Lamentations. Since there wasn't anyone else who had gone to the River of Lamentations through the movement portal yet, it was not an exaggeration to say that these products were first-rate specialties right now.
There were truly many things the crowd had wanted to ask while looking at Weed after he appeared through the movement portal.
About the quest and the Wargod Weed!
However, once he started putting out japtem, the people wanting to buy goods rushed in before the curious crowd could start asking.
Both Merchants and Wizards were greatly amazed when they Identified the antennas. It was a material for a magic staff that could amplify lightning. If it was taken to an Enchanter, the antennas could receive a value greater than their weight in gold.
A Magician shouted out the greatest value that he could offer as soon as he checked the information. “I'll buy them! I can buy the antennas for 350 Gold each. All of them!”
“I'll purchase for 533 Gold.”
“539 Gold!”
“I'll buy for 540 Gold.”
“I'll purchase with all the money I have, 555 Gold.”
The values of japtem were usually fixed. However, Merchants could use their Accounting skills to sell goods they had purchased from players for a better price in stores. They could even receive better offers depending on their Intimacy, public contribution, and the donations they had made for the village's development. Magicians could personally process them before handing them over to a Blacksmith.
“Buy for 570 Gold!” shouted a cheeky-looking Merchant with a huge potbelly.
“580 Gold!”
“I'll buy all of them for 600 Gold.”
There was great profit in being the first to sell rare japtem to a store. A sale for the sake of raising Accounting skill and Fame!
Weed ripped off even the Merchants. He successfully sold off all the antennas he had for 620 Gold each, and 320 Gold for the fangs. He was satisfied since it was higher than what he could get from selling at a store.
It was also pricey for the Merchants, but since they could raise their skills and Fame without even selling a specialty item, it was a profit for them.
Weed pulled out another backpack.
“Now, this here is the Embinyu Church Headband. Trophies obtained while doing the Alliance of the Deliverers quest! Those of you who want it as a souvenir, please stand in line. I am selling them for 15 Gold apiece.”
They were headbands embellished with the Embinyu Church's mark. Besides +3 Defense, they had almost no other bonuses. However, they were relatively cheap goods compared to the expensive japtem he had been selling just before.
“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!
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!