Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

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I had developed a unique combat style that involved wielding a handgun in conjunction with melee combat techniques—a combination that proved effective in my hands.

"I'm sorry I wasn't helpful at the end..." I apologized, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"Is it because of the contribution? Don't be so nervous! Stand up straight," Kelly reassured me, patting Sylvie on the back as her shoulders drooped.

I understood what she meant. Kelly valued teamwork and support as much as individual contributions.

"But... it was actually low," I admitted, unable to shake off my disappointment.

"Contributions are usually overshadowed by the main dealer. However, the person who receives the most recognition at the party is the one who supports well," Kelly explained, offering a different perspective.

"If I didn't have Sylvie, I would have been rolling around on the ground with an orc," I added, praising Sylvie's contribution.

As I spoke, Sylvie's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. I rolled up my sleeves, shielding my eyes from the bright, shining sun.

"It's getting hot. I want to go back..." I muttered, feeling the heat intensify.

Just as I thought that, my gaze caught sight of a small figure in the distance. Clad in rags that concealed their body and face, the figure struggled under the weight of a large bundle on their back.

"Is that the one?" I wondered aloud, directing the question to Kelly.

"I'll answer the question you asked earlier," Kelly replied, her tone serious. "Buying stats from the demon merchant is correct. The demon merchant sells everything that exists and doesn't exist in this world."

"I need to buy a lot of cunning skills," I confessed, acknowledging my own shortcomings.

"I-I have magical power," Sylvie chimed in, revealing her own abilities.

"Is this your first time encountering a demon merchant?" Kelly inquired, her expression filled with caution.

Naturally, it was my first time, and Sylvie nodded in agreement. Demon merchants were known to be elusive, rarely appearing at lower levels.

But why was Kelly so cautious? She hadn't displayed this level of concern even when facing off against the B-class elite boss and its horde of golden orcs.

"Don't assume that as a merchant, you'll receive service equivalent to the money you've kindly paid," Kelly warned, her voice tinged with a hint of trepidation.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Demon merchants are enigmatic beings that only sporadically appear in dungeons. I've heard their actual power is on par with S-class magical beasts," Kelly explained, revealing the true nature of these mysterious entities.

"So... does that mean we're helpless if it suddenly attacks us?" I questioned, concern evident in my voice.

"Ah, we're not that malevolent," A voice sounded, trying to ease the tension in the air.

As the silhouette drew nearer, its figure becoming clearer against the horizon, a sense of unease settled within me. The sudden appearance of the Goblin King and the Demon Merchant had caught us off guard. Kelly, startled, took a step back, her mouth closing abruptly.

"Nice to meet you, adorable aspiring hunters," the Goblin King greeted us, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

[Insight Activated]

[Goblin King]-[Demon Merchant]

[The one who leads the magical beast『Goblin』. Their power, which once defied the gods, rivals that of an SS-class Hunter]

Their stature may be that of an ordinary goblin, but the information gathered by Perception was far from ordinary.

At the very least, they're not an adversary we can handle with our current strength.

But isn't there no reason to fight? Perhaps it would be best if we can make a reasonable deal… It might be because I'm looking at the situation too optimistically.

It's moments like these when the courage to confront the goddess comes in handy. In place of the tense Kelly and Sylvie, I greeted the Goblin King.

"Hello, Goblin King," I greeted him politely, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Oh, it's been quite a while since someone greeted me with such politeness. I'm touched, Lucas," the Goblin King responded, surprising me with his knowledge of my name.

I hadn't disclosed my name, and he hadn't introduced himself as the Goblin King either, so it seemed we were on equal footing in terms of information.

"It seems destiny has brought us together. I am willing to relinquish what I possess in exchange for your coins," the Goblin King offered.

To my surprise, it appeared that we might be able to communicate effectively.

"How much for the skill?" I inquired, curious about the possibilities.

"Skill... I'm not really in the mood to sell it right now," the Goblin King replied, his tone somewhat dismissive.

"Don't be like that," I persisted, hoping to explore other options.

"No, it's not about the mood for skill. Unfortunately..." he trailed off, leaving his statement unfinished.

His response puzzled me. What was he trying to convey?

"Then, how about strength?" I suggested, attempting a different approach.

"Ah, the weather is too bright to sell strength," came his enigmatic response.

"Endurance?" I tried again, grasping at straws.

"I couldn't possibly sell my stamina after watching such a heart-wrenching drama last night," the Goblin King replied, his tone laced with amusement.

Frustration welled up within me. What was I to do?

"I'm actually in the mood to sell some magic. Upon reviewing your stats..." the Goblin King offered, redirecting the conversation.

If it was magic, it undoubtedly belonged to Sylvie.

"Sell it to Sylvie," I suggested, hoping to strike a favorable deal.

"I'll accept only 5,000 coins per piece," he declared, stating the price with certainty.

"What!" Kelly exclaimed in shock at the exorbitant amount.

"If it's Sylvie's magic stat, the regular market price should be around 200 coins!" I protested, taken aback by the inflated price.

The Goblin King remained unmoved by our objections, leaving Sylvie in a difficult position.

"I, um, don't have that kind of money..." Sylvie confessed, her voice tinged with regret.

"Haha. Such a pity," the Goblin King chuckled, seemingly amused by the turn of events.

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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won't mind if you send more stones, and plz don't forget the gifts.)

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