What was business? As far as I understood it, it was selling the right product to the right person at the right price in order to obtain the greatest profit.
In that case, what kind of product would be impossible for the Onibabas who had their own territory and tribes in the Chaos Abyss?
Weapons that were the Chaos Abyss's main currency? What about some divine weapons? The Onibabas didn't know how to smith. Perhaps they would have such needs, but the truth was that they were quite skilled in witchcraft and alchemy. Even their enchanting skills were quite good.
Magic weapons that would maintain a powerful effect in a limited area (a certain level of the Chaos Abyss was most likely where the Onibabas gathered) and for a limited period of time (one or two days to one or two months) were also the Onibabas' most popular products. Countless people had been scammed by them.
It would be best to save on ordinary magic tools and equipment. The Onibabas didn't lack such things.
Slaves? Stop joking. The Chaos Abyss didn't lack slaves at all. Surviving here was the most important thing. Freedom was far too extravagant.
It could be said that I had met with some trouble. As someone who wanted to trade with someone, the Onibabas were most afraid of dealing with someone who didn't lack or need anything.
However, there was one thing that the Onibabas definitely wouldn't be able to refuse …
"Shampoo! Whitening cream! Nourishing oil for smooth skin! Since you're a female, I refuse to believe that you don't need cosmetics that can help you maintain your skin! "
As the Onibabas watched, bottles of fruit juice and bottles of milk were tossed onto the ground. These bottles were labeled in the common language of the Onibabas. These were all new cosmetic products that came from a secret source.
"Wait a moment, these are my daily necessities! I just got these from Amelia two days ago. I'm going to replenish them at my place in the Chaos Abyss! "
The silly cat's pitiful screams echoed in my ears, but I unhesitatingly tossed out all my cosmetics. That was such a waste of space in my bag.
"Why would a Slime need cosmetics? Just change into whatever they want! Instead of using all those random things on their faces, they might as well use their own mucus! "
"I … I'm going to go all out against you! So what if I'm a cat? So what if I'm a Slime? Don't Slimes have the right to be beautiful? I also know that these things are useless, but why do others have them while I don't!? I'm also a woman. I also want to spend money on things that I know are useless! "
The silly cat was as troublesome as ever. She even seemed to be using some dangerous taunt skill. I decided not to go any further in order to not beat her to death.
"I'm happy to!"
The silly cat's reply was resolute and decisive. From another standpoint, Harloys was indeed quite valuable.
However, there were some things that couldn't be solved with money.
"I've had enough of it. My cat smears those messy things on its face every day, and it also puts on a thin cucumber skin mask. People won't think that you're crazy, they'll only think that I'm sick! I also had enough of those pitiful gazes. I was obviously a normal person! I'm not going to do beauty treatments for my cat! "
Cough, it would seem that I'd become a spectator. After I finally rode on top of Harloys and took care of the cat, the Onibaba named Black Seven also looked at the goods in front of her with interest. However, she didn't take it seriously.
After all, from a certain standpoint, the Onibabas' ugliness and aging were an irreplaceable characteristic of their species. Onibabas would rapidly age after birth, and they were used to being ignored and feared by other species. It was truly incomprehensible that they would sell cosmetics to the Onibabas.
No living creature would naturally like to be ugly. This ugly appearance was more like a natural curse. Perhaps magic could dispel the curse, but magic and alchemy would be unable to change one's appearance. Natural ugliness was a natural condition. How could it be possible to remove it?
In other dimensions, most Onibabas who learned illusion magic would wear fake faces. Most Onibabas would assume the appearance of outstanding young women, which meant something to them.
"You can try."
Black Seven hesitated for a moment. Perhaps she felt that this was quite safe in her own territory, so she applied some skin whitening cream on her hand. However, she was so astonished that she almost dropped the bottle.
Black Seven's black skin and spots disappeared at a visible rate. Even the age spots disappeared. Her entire arm instantly became a young person's arm, while the rest of her arm was still that of an old person's. It was incredibly uncoordinated.
"Let me try!"
"Don't steal, don't steal!"
"It's mine, it's mine!"
Before I could react, the door to my room was smashed open, and three Onibabas rushed in at the same time. They excitedly fought over the bottle of skin whitening cream. The watchers who had just been laughing at me and the silly cat's internal conflict were now fighting amongst themselves.
I simply sat on the sidelines and watched the show … while also suppressing the silly cat's resistance.
Indeed, there was no cure for natural ugliness. However, when technology reached a certain level, even plastic surgery wouldn't be too difficult to master. And in this aspect, the wood spirits had an obvious advantage as they were capable of regrowing limbs and reconstructing their physical bodies.
When I woke up from my deep sleep, I discovered to my astonishment that I had casually mentioned that women's beauty business would definitely be quite profitable. The wood spirits had actually developed their business to such an extent. Not only did they have all sorts of skin whitening and beautifying potions with instant effects, they even had to book plastic surgeries three months in advance every year.
Of course, such changes wouldn't be permanent. Maintaining one's beauty would come at a price. At the very least, they wouldn't be able to stop using their beauty potions. This became a long-term business for the wood spirits.
Perhaps a Holy Light priest and an undead mage who was skilled in surgery would also be able to achieve such a feat. However, only the wood spirits would be able to achieve such a feat without any restrictions of their own faith. Or, perhaps I should say that only the wood spirits could think of using such high-level technology to earn money from women.
When I heard that one-fourth of the wood spirits' income came from their cosmetics and beauty industries, which had become their second-largest industry apart from firearms, and had even surpassed their income from medicine and agriculture combined, I couldn't say anything other than that "women are the same no matter which world they live in."
And now, the scene before me proved my words once again. In order to obtain these beauty potions, the Onibabas were willing to engage in barbaric and crude physical combat that they despised.
"Cough, cough, I'm still here."
When I reminded them of my own existence, I received a magical response filled with malice. It would seem that the wood spirits had never intended to use money to buy these beauty potions from the very start.
And now that these Onibabas had jumped out, it was only natural that they intended to kill me and steal my beauty potions.
As for long-term business and trust, nobody in the Chaos Abyss could trust anyone else. Wealth that wasn't backed by power would only be a ticking time bomb of misfortune. And if the wood spirits truly wanted a long-term business, why would they need a middleman? They could simply extract all the information they could from your brain.
You want to do business? Sure, that would prove that you had the power to protect yourself from being killed and stolen.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps I didn't tell you, but my younger brother is the Prince of the Chaos Abyss, and my girlfriend (Harloys: ex-girlfriend) is a Demon Marquis … "
Black Seven was laughing so hard that she was trembling, as if I was telling a joke.
Currently, half of her face was young while the other half was old, making her seem like something out of a horror movie.
"Heh heh, you're so funny. But even if your sister is the Dragon Queen, and your older brother is the Main God, that has nothing to do with whether or not you can leave this door. They're not here …"
I felt rather helpless. Even the silly cat widened her eyes in surprise. Was Black Seven a legendary prophet? Or was she simply someone who liked to jinx things?
The next instant, the entire room seemed to come alive as it constantly shook. All the tables and chairs seemed to transform into living creatures that were running around everywhere.
The Onibabas surrounded me from all directions. They were filled with malice, and it was obvious that they were preparing some vicious witchcraft.
Something was wrong with how my magic was circulating. It would seem that this room had been tampered with, and I had fallen into a trap.
It was common sense to not challenge mages on their home turf. And so, I flicked my finger, instantly changing the entire world around me.
The pitch-black ground was the specialty of the Hades. However, I was currently on flat ground, surrounded by a ring-shaped arena. The undead were currently cheering from the spectator stands. They were paying attention to us and were waiting for the living to bleed and die.
"Since you don't want to talk business there, perhaps it's more appropriate to talk business here. Right, I forgot to tell you that I was once an Undead Emperor, and I was also on the Calamity Rankings (Harloys: I'm still on the Calamity Rankings!). "
The Onibabas had confused expressions as they looked at everything around them. This was far beyond their understanding. The next instant, I shouted at them, causing them to break out in cold sweat as if they had just woken up from a dream.
They were still pretending to be calm, but their expressions were filled with fear and anxiety, which revealed their lack of confidence. It would seem that they still knew what the Calamity Rankings were.
"Since you've all calmed down, can you listen to my request now? Perhaps you'll give me a price that'll make me happy in order to buy a safe return ticket? I've never forced anyone to buy or sell anything or take advantage of others, really. "
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