I can copy the beautiful girl

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in Japan and became Natsuki Subaru.

Shopping in the supermarket.

This is good.

You are about to travel through time, so make good preparations.

Although there is not much money in my pocket, it is enough to buy some things.

Anyway, this money will be useless once you go to another world, so you might as well go shopping.

There is no need for weapons. The three thugs can handle it with or without weapons, but Elsa can't handle it with or without weapons, so there is no need to prepare a fruit knife or something.

Therefore, what I need to prepare now is supplies that can be exchanged for currency in another world.

After all, money can make a hero fall.

So, I thought about it and decided to use all the money in my pocket to buy salt.

Well, modern salt doesn’t have to worry about not being able to be sold in a different world that is similar to the Middle Ages and where productivity is obviously not very high.

Then I walked out of the supermarket and prepared to travel through time.

There was no special process at all, and no accidents happened. When I felt a little dizzy in front of my eyes, I closed my eyes, and then opened them again. Then the scene in front of me changed from a modern city to a street in another world.

Of course, I don't need to adapt to anything. Although this different world is indeed amazing, compared to the surprise, I'd better go and exchange money now.

Lord Rom's stolen goods vault.

For me who doesn't know anyone, of course this is the only place where I can exchange money.

At least Mr. Rom is still quite kind and won't deliberately cheat others.

Not surprisingly, I met three thugs on the road, and I took care of them easily.

In terms of fighting power, I still think that I am much stronger than Natsuki Subaru. After all, I can make up for my shortcomings in terms of physical fitness.

Although it cannot be superimposed, for example, if I copy a man with a wrist strength of 100 kilograms and a man with a wrist strength of 50 kilograms, my wrist strength will not become 150 kilograms, but only 100 kilograms.

But if a man with a wrist strength of 50 kg has higher explosive power, while a man with a wrist strength of 100 kg has much lower explosive power, then my copying ability will use the explosive power of a man with a wrist strength of 50 kg to cover my body.

This is how we make up for our shortcomings by leveraging our strengths.

In this case, all of my physical qualities, except for my body, are the best among the people whose abilities I have copied.

With such physical fitness and a martial arts level that can make up for my own shortcomings, there is no reason why I can't defeat the three thugs who even Natsuki Subaru in the original novel was able to defeat with good preparation.

After beating up the three thugs, I came to Slum Street and found out where Grandpa Rom lived.

Knocked on the door.

A voice came from inside: "Deal with the big rat."

I casually replied, "Throw Phyllis."

"Deal with the white whale."

"Looking for Reinhard."

"Deal with our noble dragons."

"Just beg me."

"What nonsense is this?! If you don't know the code, don't talk nonsense here!!"

The door flew open and a giant bald old man glared at me.

"Does your code have any practical meaning?"

"Of course we have to use secret codes in our line of work."

"Then why are you opening the door now?"

"..." Grandpa Rom was suddenly speechless.

"Okay, I'll sell the goods."

He handed the bag in his hand to Grandpa Rom, who took it and walked into the house.

"come in."

I stepped inside before he even opened his mouth.

"What's in this bag?"

"Salt."

"Salt? Are you kidding me?"

"This isn't just any salt. You'll see if you take a look. I can give you a bag for free."

Hearing what I said, Grandpa Rom immediately took out a bag of salt. He first looked at the bag curiously, then carefully tore it open. Then, after just one look, his eyes widened: "This salt... is so fine and beautiful!"

He gently tapped some with his finger and put it into his mouth. Luo Muye's eyes widened even more, and then he immediately hid the bag of salt in his hand behind his back: "Did you really give me this bag of salt?"

"I told you I'd give you a bag, no need to hide it. Now, how much do you think the nobles would be willing to pay for a bag of this salt?"

"...I've never sold something like this, but I can imagine that while it might be okay for the poor, for wealthy nobles, even if it's ten Saint Gold Coins a bag, there's definitely someone willing to buy it. This is undoubtedly a luxury item."

"I'll keep one bag for myself and sell the remaining twenty bags to you for one hundred holy gold coins. As for how much you can sell them for, that's none of my business."

“Although I really want to buy them all, I don’t have that much money.”

"Then you can sell the salt first and pay me later. I'm not in a hurry."

"You're relieved?"

"There's nothing to worry about. I have some faith in your character, and this isn't a very valuable item anyway... If we're happy with our cooperation, there will be plenty of opportunities for future collaborations. You can make a lot of money as a middleman."

"Well, since you said so, there is no reason for me to refuse."

As I said these words, I had already copied Rom-sama's abilities, and my strength instantly increased by an unknown amount.

This feels very comfortable.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"Are you so impatient to get rid of people?"

"I just think selling goods is not your real purpose."

"That's true. Selling goods is for money, and making money is for buying things, and buying things naturally requires a seller. What's more, the seller I want to see will be here soon, so I'll wait here for a while."

“…You want to buy something from Felt?”

"That's what she stole today."

"Okay, then just sit here and wait."

Uncle Rom didn't ask any more questions, as he was obviously used to this kind of thing.

I didn't care. I closed my eyes and waited quietly.

Volume 5: Chapter Common Sense of the Second Dimension

"Deal with the big rat."

"With poison."

"Deal with the white whale."

"With a fishhook."

"Deal with our noble dragons."

"Go eat shit."

Hearing Grandpa Rom exchanging boring secret codes with someone, I opened my eyes and turned to look.

The door was already open, and a short blonde girl walked in and also looked at me.

"Lord Rom, who is this?"

"The customer. He has finished his business with me and now he wants to buy something from you."

“Oh?” Felt raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face. “What do you want to buy? As long as you can afford it, I can sell you anything.”

How much does your body cost?

I almost couldn't help but ask this question.

But if you think about it carefully, you don't even need to buy Firut's body if you want it.

It's easy to get.

So, he started copying me while talking: "Buy the badge you just stole."

"So you're my employer's competitor. Well, as long as they can pay me more, that's fine. My work ethic isn't that high."

"Your employer will pay ten Saint Gold Coins, right? Her highest price is twenty Saint Gold Coins. I can give you thirty. What do you think?"

"Young man, do you know this clearly? You are right that the employer promised ten Saint Gold Coins, but her highest price is twenty Saint Gold Coins. I don't know if what you said is true or false."

“It’s not good to be too greedy, little Felt.”

"Unlike you who can easily come up with thirty holy gold coins, I have a hard time just living. Of course, I can't miss the opportunity to make a lot of money."

"Okay, okay, let's try a different deal."

"Change the transaction method?"

"Master Rom, show Felt what I gave you."

"Oh? All right."

Grandpa Rom raised his eyebrows, then took out the bag of salt he had opened and handed it to Firut.

Felt blinked, then took it and looked down curiously: "Is this... salt?"

She seemed confused.

So I said directly, "I sold this bag of salt to Master Rom for five Holy Gold Coins, and if Master Rom sold it to a noble, he could get at least ten Holy Gold Coins."

"Is this true, Master Rom?" Firut couldn't help but stare at Master Rom with his eyes wide open.

Rom nodded. "It's true. What do you mean by showing this to Felt?"

"In addition to the twenty bags of salt I sold to Master Rom, I can also provide twenty bags of salt every week. I can give these to you, Firut, to sell. I don't care how much you can get, as long as you can pay me five holy gold coins for each bag. How about it? One is a one-time transaction, the other is a long-term livelihood. Which one do you want, Firut?"

Twenty bags a week is enough, after all, scarcity makes things valuable.

Although I could earn more by selling at a low price but in large quantities, firstly, the market in this world is not that big. In a medieval society like this, 99% of the money is controlled by less than 1% of the people, so it is better to sell luxury goods. Secondly, I don't want to be a porter, as it is very hard work. Therefore, earning 100 holy gold coins a week is enough.

Besides, there are other products besides salt.

"Are you serious?" Feruto looked at me suspiciously. "Are you really willing to let me run the business?"

"I said, I took out thirty holy gold coins and you thought it was too little. Now I give more and you doubt my sincerity. Aren't you a bit too willful?"

"Of course we have to be cautious in our line of work!"

“Feit, just agree to it. Believe me, he doesn’t seem to be lying.”

"Well…"

"Don't think about waiting for a higher price. You have to understand that the same thing has different prices at different times. I can give you so much now because I hope to get the badge before my competitor does, just in case. But if my competitor comes and knows the price she can offer, I will have to lower the price. Are you sure she can offer more than I give you?"

Felt gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, you are a good negotiator."

After saying that, she threw the badge to me.

"I hope you mean what you say."

I took the badge, still looking at Felt, and nodded slightly. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in deceiving a little girl who hasn't even grown all her hair yet."

Peng!

I was stepped on.

Felt looked up at me fiercely: "I'm fifteen years old!"

What does this have to do with how old you are?

Do you think all those anime I watched over the years were in vain?

Most girls in the 2D world don’t have any hair at all!