By Seeing Beasts' Training Paths, My Beast Became Invincible-Chapter 58: Trading post

When the sun rose, Rocky and Alina woke up and began their usual routines. After about thirty minutes, Rocky flew up into the sky.

Meanwhile, Alina rode on her raven. Rocky had given her beast a regeneration pill to heal its wings. So for now, at least, her beast wasn’t a chicken anymore.

Rocky caught the first bright smile on Alina’s face when she saw her beast healthy again.

(Tch. An elf really is always gorgeous.)

He nodded and glanced around, searching for a proper place to land. More importantly, he wanted somewhere with people—so he could find allies.

To defeat the beasts, and even that mysterious being, he needed help.

Judging from what he saw in the valley, there were many beasts—which meant there had to be many masters too. He would gather with them, form a team, then decide the next move.

A good option, at least for now.

After a few hours of searching, the corner of Rocky’s mouth curled up when he spotted a wide, open land. No monsters. No obvious danger.

But most importantly—people.

Not just humans, but elves and dwarves as well.

Rocky signaled Alina with a glance and slowly descended. Midair, his massive body shrank back into a small human form before he landed.

They touched down quite far from the area, so no one really paid them any attention.

Rocky and Alina paused for a moment, then stepped forward. They headed leisurely toward what Rocky assumed was a trading post, judging by the number of different races talking to each other.

And there was only one thing being talked about here: trading.

"Hey, dumbass, how dare you exaggerate the price of your blunt sword? Sell it to me for 10 points. No more, no less."

A young man roared in anger at a dwarf merchant.

The dwarf spat in disgust.

"If you don’t have any points, then get lost."

The young man’s face twisted with rage as he commanded his beast to prepare for a fight.

"Bastard, I’m going to kill you and take that sword."

The lion on his shoulder leapt down and returned to its true form. It growled loudly, ready to pounce—but two gigantic golems suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They swiftly pinned both the lion and its master to the ground, slamming them down and locking them in place with rocky hands.

The golems’ emerald eyes gleamed coldly as they waited for their master’s next command.

Two dwarves slowly stepped out from the crowd, still speaking calmly to the others.

"Everyone, just focus on your business. Don’t worry—we’ll handle this troublemaker."

The dwarf with the ferocious face glanced at the human with clear disdain.

"Humanity... they’re always scumbags."

He added coldly,

"As for your crime—you’ve already broken the trading post’s rules. You must hand over all your points to us. Otherwise, we’ll toss you into a cage for a week. I guess you know what happens if you stay in a cage for a week."

The human’s face twisted in disbelief. He completely understood what that meant—he would die if he stayed in the cage for a week. The rules of this world would keep draining his points until he died because of them.

He had to stay outside and fight monsters. If someone tossed him into a cage, it would be nothing less than an execution.

He roared in fury.

"Crime? Who the hell are you to judge me? You’re just candidates like me. We’re the same."

The dwarf stepped forward and drove brutal, precise punches into the human’s face, shattering his jaw and sending teeth scattering across the ground.

He snorted mockingly as he looked down at the human. Squatting, he grabbed the man’s hair and yanked his head up.

The human, his face bruised and swollen, groaned in agony, barely conscious.

The dwarf spoke in a warning tone.

"You’re right. But you’re playing on our ground, so you follow our rules."

He slowly stood up and waved a hand at the golems.

"Toss him into a cage. Put it right in front of the trading post’s entrance. I want to use him as an example."

The next moment, he glanced around at everyone, then turned and left.

Rocky and Alina scowled as they watched everything unfold—especially Rocky.

He had never imagined that the dwarves could form a miniature society here. He could tell each of them had a specific role to maintain this system.

It was an effective way to earn points, without having to kill monsters every single day.

And he understood that whoever had built this system must have a sharp mind and real talent for management.

However, at the core of this miniature society, there had to be someone powerful backing it up—someone with strong underlings supporting him.

As for Rocky, he could never build something like this. No one was standing by his side.

Rocky observed the people sitting along both sides of the road, nonstop yelling to draw attention from customers.

At the moment, Rocky didn’t have anything to buy. However, he had plenty of things to sell.

He smirked while rubbing his chin.

"Follow me, Alina. I’ve got a good idea."

He walked to a small empty spot and ordered Bobby to stand there.

"Your mission is to craft weapons based on customers’ requests. Got it?"

Bobby nodded in understanding.

Within seconds, he crafted a dozen weapons out of the void and laid them on the ground—swords, armor, daggers, and more.

All of them were shiny, like they had just been forged in a smithy.

Rocky rubbed his chin for a moment, then looked at Alina.

"Alina, you can sell your handcrafted items too. Your stuff is always good. I think it’ll sell for a lot of money... ah, I mean points."

Alina blinked for a moment. But she felt a tinge of regret at the thought of selling them. Elves always treasured the things they made.

As if reading the thoughts written all over her face, Rocky said,

"Alina, you need to prioritize points."

She hesitated for a moment before replying,

"I know. I’m just feeling a little sad."

Rocky nodded.

"It’s fine. You stay here and manage the points from whatever we sell. Meanwhile, I’ll go find some information about this place."

"Hey, human. I want to discuss something with you," a dwarf said coldly.

Rocky frowned and turned around, but he didn’t see anyone.

"Look down."

Rocky lowered his gaze. His pupils widened when he recognized the dwarf—the same one who had attacked the human earlier.

The scar-faced dwarf, despite his short height, had muscles clearly bulging beneath his shirt. Ross spoke.

"If you want to do business on this ground, you have to pay us a fee."

Rocky frowned and clicked his tongue. He had partly expected this. After all, this land belonged to them.

Earning points from fees was a smart move.

"How much?"

Ross replied,

"1500 points per day."

Alina, standing nearby, shouted in shock and anger,

"1500 points? Are you crazy? That’s straight-up robbery."

Ross snorted in disgust.

"You’re a disgrace to the ancient race. I can’t believe you threw away your dignity just to become this trash’s underling... Someone like you has no right to speak to me. Just keep your fucking mouth shut like a stupid dog."

The next moment, he glanced at Rocky and said,

"1500 points. Pay up or get lost... I believe you’ve already seen what happened to your race before. That scum is an example. I hope you’re not stupid enough to repeat that mistake with your shit brain."

Rocky shrugged. He knew this bastard wanted him gone at any cost. Even if he paid the fee, he could tell the dwarf would keep causing trouble for him.

So there was no point in backing down. Besides, his goal was only to stay here for one day. Just one day—hopefully enough to build a reputation for selling weapons.

"What if I say no—and I still want to stay here?"

Ross roared in mockery.

"Then die, stupid human."

He chuckled as he threw a punch at Rocky’s face. Yet half a second before the blow could land, a jet-black helmet materialized over Rocky’s head.

Bam!

The impact rang out—and right after it, sobbing mixed with a painful scream echoed loudly, drawing everyone’s attention to them.

Ross’s face twisted in agony as he stared at his broken fist. He staggered back and called out to his beast—a golem appeared beside him.

"Attack!"

Rocky chuckled and shrugged in amusement. Instead of lunging at him, the golem grabbed Ross tightly.

It lifted Ross into the air and stood still, waiting for Rocky’s command.

"What the hell? Damn it! I’m your master, not the enemy! Attack that scum!" Ross roared in fury, struggling to break free from the golem’s grip.

But the golem remained silent as ever.

"Wow. A beast betraying its master? That’s rare," an elf said curiously.

Several other elves nodded.

"Yeah..."

Rocky noticed more and more people gathering to watch. He slowly walked up to Ross and tapped his shoulder.

In an instant, a jet-black armor covered Ross’s body.

Then Rocky raised his voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I’m a blacksmith. My weapons are crafted to cut down any monster in this world. So let me show you what the finest weapons truly are."

He gave the golem a small nod.

"Do it."