The Onibabas were infamous for their shady businesses. When that Sword Saint from another dimension foolishly followed the Onibabas into the wooden house, everyone in the market couldn't help but sigh.
"Damn, he hasn't come out for more than twenty minutes. It seems that he doesn't need to come out anymore."
"It's a pity that we won't get a share."
That's right, they weren't regretting that there was an additional victim. It was that the Onibabas had likely already divided up this newcomer, leaving nothing for them.
Several minutes later, everyone was astonished.
That outsider actually walked out of the wooden house. Not only did he walk out, he was even chatting and laughing with the Onibabas.
Not only was that country bumpkin from the mortal plane uninjured, the vicious Onibabas were actually surrounding him and smiling in obvious flattery.
Could it be that the Onibabas had changed their ways? That was obviously impossible. In that case, the only possibility was that this outsider had won a great victory in an open and hidden battle.
Since this outsider was able to defeat these vicious creatures on the Onibabas' home turf, it was highly likely that this outsider was a major character.
Naturally, everyone looked at this outsider differently. Instead of looking at a fat sheep, they now looked at him with fear.
But right now, I was quite satisfied with the result of my "trade."
My trade with the Onibabas naturally went quite smoothly and happily under the gazes and shouts of countless undead in that circular arena … at the very least, I was quite happy.
What was that arena? Where had the spectators come from? That was a long story.
Didn't we previously have a war against the undead army? Although the Land of Death had stopped the undead army's advance, I felt rather helpless about what happened next. A barrier that allowed both entry and exit was the worst possible strategic outcome. In the end, I had to construct an ice wall to stop the undead army.
It was that ice wall that gave me my inspiration.
Yes, it was indeed possible to freely enter and exit my world. It was indeed quite helpless, but wouldn't it be fine if I simply constructed a wall around my world?
And so, since I decided to construct a wall, I changed my design from a city wall to a Great Wall, and then from a Great Wall to a random sphinx and a pyramid. In the end, I chose a circular Roman arena.
The arena was amazing. As long as the level of the arena was a bit higher, it would give off the impression that it was a Soul World specifically designed for one-on-one duels. In such a Soul World, escaping would be meaningless, and it was highly likely that the opponent wouldn't even try to escape.
With the help of countless undead laborers, the construction was completed quite quickly. Then, the laborers were conveniently left behind as spectators. This would also add some psychological pressure and realism to the unlucky ones who were locked inside.
As for where the Undead workers came from? But that was another story.
I had to say, this devious idea of mine was actually quite effective. The Onibabas who were terrible at melee combat almost peed themselves on the spot when they were surrounded in the arena. The negotiation afterwards was quite easy. As long as I gave them the cosmetics I had on hand, they would let me choose whatever they wanted. The location of their teleportation portals wasn't a big secret either, so they could give me ten teleportation portals right now.
The Onibabas also had good items. At the very least, their strange darkness materials and cursed items were an eye-opener for me.
In fact, when the Onibabas came back to their senses, they even suggested establishing a stable trade route for long-term business transactions. They probably believed that only those miraculous little bottles would allow them to completely drain their fellow Onibabas' wallets and treasure vaults to make up for their own losses.
I was rather tempted. If I really succeeded in this business, I would be able to make a lot of money every day.
Dimensional transactions were just that ridiculously profitable. It would be normal to sell stones for the price of gold, and it would be normal to sell vegetables for the price of real estate.
But when I thought about how much effort I had put in to get a transport team from the mortal plane that was protected by powerful individuals, traveling thousands of kilometers across multiple levels of the Chaos Abyss, slaying dragons and demons along the way, dealing with all sorts of dangers, and having so many companions die or get injured along the way, all for the sake of smuggling some bottles and white powder … cough, I meant some cosmetics. Why did it feel like the quality of the products was just too low?
"If it wasn't for the fact that it's so easy to come to the Chaos Abyss and so difficult to return, and also that it's so difficult to get a favor from Amelia, you would have already agreed. What's the big deal about smuggling cosmetics? As long as there's money to be made, you don't have to care about your morals at all. "
Indeed, ordinary wood spirit products wouldn't have such good effects. It was even possible that they would be ineffective against the natural effects of the Chaos Abyss. While it was possible to obtain wood spirit products that were specially made by the wood spirit royalty, that would make them owe so many favors.
But would it kill Harloys to not say it so directly? Were you still worried about those cosmetics? Everyone said that you were the incarnation of a slime, so putting those things on would only make you look crazy. Women were so unreasonable … Ouch, don't bite my head!
Didn't you know that there was a little female lead who always bit heads because she was too outstanding in her role as a pet and lost her sense of existence as a female lead? Didn't countless female leads surpass her and successfully take over the role? Damn it, I already told you to stop biting my head, so why did you even evolve tentacles and whips? Do you have such a heavy taste!?
"Milord, it's almost noon. Why don't you eat here and try our tribe's famous swamp stew?"
I was having a competition with the silly cat on my head while dealing with the Onibabas' excessive attention. As for eating here, I didn't need to worry about my gastrointestinal resistance to poison or curses.
Sometimes, information would be the most valuable commodity. But when my life was in danger, information that didn't have anything to do with me wouldn't be that important. The Onibabas had been operating here for countless years. They had given me the coordinates of a dozen teleportation portals, but I didn't dare to use them.
This wasn't because I was cowardly. It was just that any dimensional traveler should be cautious. Dimensional teleportation was probably the most cost-effective method of murder. Teleporting to a vacuum without air wouldn't be dangerous, but directly teleporting to a Chaos Main God's dining table would make me want to cry.
When considering how I obtained the coordinates for the teleportation portals and how the Onibabas were famous for being petty, there would be no more than two or three safe teleportation portals among these coordinates.
In order to prevent the Onibabas from selling my destination to someone else, I told them that the teleportation destination was somewhere near the 102nd level of the Chaos Abyss. There was a large neutral city there, which was indeed one of the rare safe locations in the Chaos Abyss. It was only two levels away from my true destination. And, the Onibabas had given me the safest and most reliable teleportation portal, yet it just so happened to be on the 101st level, which was quite rare.
"Milord, the dark dwarves control a two-way teleportation portal to the 101st level's Wild Rocks area. They can directly trade metal ores and magical gems with the elemental creatures there. This is also why their smithing technology is so advanced, and why they were able to rapidly grow from an ordinary tribe to such a powerful one."
And, I could tell what the Onibabas were thinking. They weren't the type of people who loved to help others …
"But, it seems that the dark dwarves aren't in a good state. Is it because of the Bloodspear lizardmen tribe?"
The lizardmen had always had a terrible reputation. When they were weak, they had no qualms about being slaves. But when they were strong, they would enslave other species and treat other species as food and slaves.
Even the Bloodspear lizardmen merchant dared to act so arrogantly in the Onibabas' market. I felt that the Onibabas definitely didn't want the lizardmen to become stronger or harder to deal with.
The lizardmen's social structure was quite primitive. Their bone weapons and totemic worship were quite similar to the beastmen's primitive society. They could only rely on purchasing metal weapons.
Right now, the lizardmen were purchasing weapons from the market, while the dark dwarves were famous for their weaponsmithing. It would be inconceivable if the Bloodspear tribe didn't try to attack the dark dwarves. And, the dark dwarf who was furiously purchasing martial arts techniques was also a reflection of the dark dwarf tribe's current crisis.
Could it be that there were no other suitable teleportation portals? I felt that the Onibabas had intentionally given me this information in hopes that I would join them and make the lizardmen suffer.
"Your wisdom is as deep as the endless void. However, I can swear in the name of the almighty Great Demon God Dahl that the dark dwarves' teleportation portals are definitely the safest and most reliable in the area."
There were countless strange Evil Gods and False Gods in the Chaos Abyss. But, since the Onibabas swore in the name of their own Gods, then this information was probably true.
I shrugged. Actually, it didn't matter. Every teleportation portal would be guarded by someone, so it would be the same no matter which teleportation portal I went to. In the Chaos Abyss, strength was the only way to pass through.
The lizardmen weren't particularly difficult opponents to deal with. But, since the Onibabas wanted me to help out, it would be impossible for me to not give them some blood and sincerity. And so, I hesitated about what I should extort from them.
At this moment, two other Onibabas hurriedly ran over and whispered a bunch of things into Black Seven's ear.
I watched as Black Seven's expression kept changing as she looked at me. Her expression went from fake compliments to astonishment, then confusion and disbelief, and finally despair and fear.
"You, you, you …"
"What? You've found out about me? I'm telling the truth. Why don't you believe me? "
This was as expected. No matter how famous I was in the mortal plane, it would be meaningless to the Onibabas living in the Chaos Abyss. They hadn't moved from their base for several hundred years, and their information about the mortal plane was already outdated.
But, after I "proved" how powerful I was, they would naturally investigate me in order to determine their attitude towards me in the future. I told them my real name and even told them that a Chaos Main God was my younger brother. They would be far too weak if they still couldn't find out anything about me.
Black Seven was so scared that she curled up into a ball. Only now did she realize that she had just been on the brink of death. The seemingly kind and gullible young man before her was actually an incredibly evil individual.
Yongye was the only Undead Emperor in the recent generation, the Demon King who had almost destroyed the entire mortal plane. He was a powerful existence that even the Gods didn't dare to offend. What was he doing here? If I had known it was him earlier, I would have given him everything he wanted and sent him off to the afterlife!
After waiting for quite a while, the old Onibabas finally frowned and managed to squeeze out a few words.
"Greetings, Emperor. It's almost noon. Have you eaten yet? Would you like to try our swamp stew …"
But, she was just spouting nonsense just like before …
Damn it, was I really that scary? I was clearly quite kind and easy to deal with. I hadn't been an undead for many years already. Did you want me to show off my Holy Light in front of you? It was so bright.
I did my best to maintain a bright and sunny smile as I took a step closer. I intended to explain just how kind and easy I was to deal with, and that your information was outdated. That was the first step I took …
"Ahhh!"
Then, as if she had been cursed by a banshee, Onibabas Black Seven let out an ear-piercing shriek as she tossed aside her walking stick and started running. She was as agile as a young man.
My smile froze on my face …
The next instant, my eyelids twitched as I watched Black Seven run far away. The other two Onibabas did their best to squeeze out smiles that were even more amusing than crying as they slowly retreated.
"Pffft!"
When I turned around, I saw that the silly cat was already rolling around on the ground. She was laughing without the slightest bit of elegance as usual. I gave her ten points for asking to die.
The cat transformed into a ball and tossed it away. I took another deep breath, maintained my kind smile, and turned around …
The previously bustling street was now completely empty!
The people in the market were all old foxes. Of course they knew just how vicious an Onibabas Black Seven was. Not even the Snake God of this dimension would be able to scare her to such an extent.
How should a powerful individual in the Chaos Abyss deal with danger?
Instantly running away from the street would be the perfect response. Black Seven gave a demonstration, and everyone else unhesitatingly followed suit.
"Wait a moment, I still want to go shopping …"
A gust of wind blew past me, but nobody responded. Only a few slaves who were tied up looked at me innocently.
Pffft! That werewolf actually lay down and revealed his stomach while sticking out his tongue. Was this the submissive behavior of a canine?
This market where all the merchants had run away was truly pitiful. And so, I turned my anger and sadness into a desire to shop. I took out a large sack and started going on a large shopping spree by myself …
"The owner of the goods doesn't want them anymore, so I'll be nice and take care of them …"
[Shameless! This was your scheme from the very start! Even my System can't bear to watch this!]
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