The Merchant of All

When the game and the world merge, a new era descends. The previous system collapsed.

Spinning the roulette of fate is a sign of advantage.

The world widens, and the previous world map becomes useless. It becomes the battle of rush.

The unlucky become more unlucky, the lucky ones become strong. It is not about morals but survival. It is not about you but it is about me.

Yuuri was the first-ever merchant, whom the others deemed as a useless class.


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Three players are in front of me. A girl who has horns and is grinning widely, an old man in white who has a solemn expression and a handsome wolf-eared beast young man who is topless.

All of them have similarities, all of them is pointing their weapon at me.

I look up at them with a cup of tea in my hand. The mouth part in my mask disappeared, I sip the tea that is in my hand.

"It is delicious!"

When I put the cup of tea down, I sighed and then said in a tone not a bit impatient.

"Y'all should sit down, it is better to talk with peace. Why use violence when we can solve it in thru talking?"

The three sit down, their eyes are lifeless. There's no resemblance between the previous one and the current one.

"Shall we talk?"

"Yes!" they answered my question monotonously.


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This is my second book, as of now I am still finding my genre. I am also somewhat lacking in English, it is not my mother tongue so I'll have grammatical errors.