abnormal mutation

Chapter 116 When you're rich, the world makes way for you.

Roland walked over and found that the cabinet, which resembled a bookshelf, was entirely made of forged metal and engraved with simple patterns. It had the effect of isolating spirituality and the dissipation of its properties, so that a large amount of storage equipment would not be wasted.

He glanced at a few at random and found that they all belonged to low-series materials, which were contaminated but not completely useless.

It's easy to see that unless forced into a corner, who would be willing to use such extraordinary materials?

"How to sell it?"

"The bottom six rows, one item will cost you 150 yuan; the top three rows, one item will cost you 200 German dollars."

The old man spoke with great confidence, but in reality, the cabinet was mostly empty, containing fewer than twenty items in total. They were almost entirely derived from animal products, with only a small amount of plant roots and stems.

Roland did the math; it was 2900 German dollars in total. It was nothing to him, but the old man would definitely make a lot of money.

He remembered that a perfectly clean Sequence 8 Steelback's extraordinary qualities were worth thousands of German dollars, while a slightly contaminated one was worth only two or three hundred.

In that light, the money we gave away as a share of the hunting profits was well worth it. If we had let him handle it himself, he might have really squandered it.

"Anything else?" Roland wasn't satisfied. He had plenty of money. "Even extracts from extraordinary beings are fine. It doesn't matter if the pollution is severe. I'm not afraid of sealed artifacts either."

The old man was too frightened to speak. Apart from those extremely perverted cultists, he couldn't think of anyone who would want these things.

Roland removed his hood, revealing a fair face and well-defined features, a smile on his face: "What, do you have to judge people when selling things on the black market?"

"You're joking. We're afraid of dying too. Anyone who dares to sell those things is a desperate criminal. Who would dare to mess with them?" the old man said with a forced smile.

Roland opened his wallet, randomly pulled out a stack of bills, counted out 2900 and put it on the counter, then placed the thicker stack of bills to the side.

After forcing the Seventh Apostle to retreat, his confidence soared, and he felt fully capable of appropriately displaying some of his wealth to accelerate his growth.

The old man stared intently at the two stacks of money, his eyes slightly red. He hadn't expected the other person to buy them all. He had saved these things for many years, and normally he wouldn't sell a single item in a month.

If he could earn several thousand German dollars a year, who would be willing to risk everything on the black market, even putting their son at risk?

"Quickly close the door, don't let anyone see." He hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly called to his grandson.

The tall young man seemed to snap out of a daze and hurriedly closed the shop door. He forced himself not to look at the money on the counter, but his heart was pounding involuntarily.

“I’ll take them all, and also buy an unlimited amount for me. I’ll send someone to pick them up the day after tomorrow. Are you in?” Roland tapped the stack of banknotes with his finger.

"Do it, do it, do it..." The old man nodded vigorously.

After receiving Roland's signal, he hurriedly grabbed both stacks of money, huddled behind the counter, and counted the money with trembling hands, his lips slightly shaking as he muttered something under his breath.

No one laughed at him, but their expressions inevitably carried a hint of emotion.

Marcus lowered his head slightly, his eyes vacant. If he had the old man's luck back then, would he have needed to leave his hometown and be unable to take care of his parents?
A few minutes later, the group left the shop, and Charles carried a metal box containing eighteen corrupted extraordinary qualities.

Marcus stayed in the shop and gave the old man a few words of advice, fearing that his greed might lead him to commit suicide.

Roland himself wasn't worried; he had infused the money with strands of divine metal, making it easy to locate at any time.

After leaving the house, Marcus gestured for everyone to put on their masks and suppress their spiritual energy. Then he led them to the busiest intersection on the main street, which was also the only crossroads in the black market; other places were just alleyways.

At each of the four corners of the intersection stood a shop, its size and decor clashing with its surroundings. Standing at the intersection, Roland thought he was in a bustling night market.

"The owners behind these four shops are all mid-tier Extraordinary Individuals. They call the shots in the black market, and it's said they have connections with the authorities..."

Roland understood that mid-sequence extraordinary individuals weren't as common as cabbages, and the so-called "business dealings" might just be a shady scheme.

Of the four shops, three are relatively reliable. They buy and sell genuine items, though the prices are a bit high. However, they occasionally sell some good quality items at low prices, and you might be lucky enough to find them.

The last shop is called Upside Down House. They are very bold and profit-driven, willing to buy and sell anything. Rumor has it that they occasionally double-cross each other.

Despite its poor reputation, it's very popular, and those who are desperate can always find a glimmer of hope here, though only a little, and the final result is not very good.

As soon as they entered, they saw several clusters of extraordinary qualities displayed openly on the counter, which appeared to have been extracted from the remains of extraordinary individuals after their deaths.

The seller, hiding his true intentions, took the stack of money handed to him by the shop manager, didn't count it, and turned to leave.

"What would you gentlemen and ladies like to buy? We have everything that's available on the black market." The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, and judging from his spiritual fluctuations, he should be a low-sequence extraordinary being.

"How much is this?" Roland asked, pointing to the extraordinary qualities on the table.

The shopkeeper's smile widened: "Sequence 9 is 150 yuan a piece, and Sequence 8 is 300 yuan a piece. Which one do you want?" Roland's face darkened. A bunch of junk was being sold for more than low-pollution extraordinary materials. It was blatant ripping people off.

"Do I look like a fool to you? Fifty-one shares, regardless of rank."

The shopkeeper wasn't angry at all, and said with a smile, "Sir, you've been in a high position for so long that you probably don't know the torment of wanting something but not being able to get it. Every year, countless people in our black market use this material to become extraordinary."

Don't think I'm heartless. They only learn to respect the extraordinary. As long as they don't use it a second time, they can enjoy their lives for decades without any problems.

Do you still think these things are completely worthless? Therefore, it has to cost extra—one hundred per serving, regardless of tier, no less.

The reason for disregarding rank is that Sequence 9 extraordinary traits are harder to sell. Extraordinary individuals are much better at making money than ordinary people, and as long as there is a chance, they will not use these extraordinary traits to concoct potions.

Roland frowned slightly. No matter how high-sounding the excuses the other party gave him, their ruthless nature remained unchanged, but he couldn't control that.

"how much do you have?"

"how much do you need?"

"I'll take as many as you have."

"Sir, you are very generous. Please wait a moment."

The store manager was startled and looked surprised. He quickly instructed his subordinates to prepare the goods.

Roland remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

As he guessed, despite the store manager emptying his pockets, he only managed to gather a little over seventy extraordinary traits, half of which were not human.

"Let me round it down to seven thousand German dollars, and these two boxes are a gift from me." The shopkeeper's eyes were fixed on the customer, afraid that the customer might say they didn't have that much money, or suddenly change their mind and not want it anymore.

He wasn't lying; these extraordinary traits do indeed have benefits after simple purification, but very few are sold each year. The reason for acquiring them is more to maintain the "sweetness" of those "ruthless" individuals—it's only a few dozen German dollars, and with a little bit of illicit goods attached, the profit is made.

Roland checked and found that some items had been improperly stored, resulting in the loss of extraordinary qualities, which was why the other party had rounded them down to zero.

He took out a wad of cash from his wallet, counted out seven thousand, and placed it on the counter: "Count it."

The store manager breathed a sigh of relief, his smile widening as he picked up the banknotes and checked them one by one.

A few minutes later, he bowed and saw Roland and the others to the door, watching them disappear at the street corner.

"Boss, want to come along?" A subordinate quietly appeared behind them.

"Don't follow along, don't cause trouble." The store manager waved his hand, signaling everyone to get back to work.

He can tell at a glance who he can mess with and who he can't.

He secretly calculated how much money he could pocket. This seven thousand German dollars was the easiest sum of money he had earned this year. He had also cleared out his inventory. You know, a bunch of pollutants gathered together for a long time, with their properties intertwined, still posed a great risk.

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The journey back was quiet. Bosie watched as the money from the Rosé flowers flowed like water, feeling both envious and curious.

"Is the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce really that good?" Back on Central Street, he could no longer contain himself, his thoughts written all over his face.

"I don't know either. I only received a salary once." It was a commission for temporary employment, but Roland didn't say it aloud.

He said half-jokingly, "My money mainly came from fighting back against the enemy. The Seventh Authority and the Thistle Merchant Guild are very wealthy."

"Huh?" Percy's expression froze, and he didn't know what to say.

He felt that the world he lived in had always been harmonious, and found it difficult to understand the complex situation Roland faced.

Roland had intended to take Charles to the merchant guild to buy some gold, but he was worried about the large amount of stuff. So he returned to the inn first and sent all the extraordinary qualities into the spirit world chessboard.

Afterwards, he took Ciel to Knight's Glory, a shopping mall exclusively for extraordinary individuals under the Northern Union Merchant Guild, and purchased gold worth 10,000 German dollars in one go, totaling nearly 18 kilograms after the discount.

He transformed 10 kilograms of it into liquid divine metal and gave it all to Charles, making her smile at Roland the whole way.

Before leaving, he ordered the extraordinary materials needed to advance to Sequence 8, to be delivered to the Almosid branch.

(End of this chapter)