Cheat Awakening-Chapter 590 - . The Trading Game

"You have convinced me. I am willing to be a merchant, only because I couldn’t hurt your old people’s hearts. Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not doing this for the unimaginable fortune you guys have been hiding. I’m a very decent person," Mine picked up a palm-sized gold ore while spouting nonsense, which neither Morva nor Tharnak took seriously.

"But wait a minute... It is okay to bring things from my world to yours, but how the hell am I going to take them back to my world? I still have no idea how to return, just like you. This is also the reason I only dare to send my clones here. Once you enter this dimension, there’s no way to go back!"

As Myne examined the gold ore, a shocking doubt struck him, making him dizzy. He couldn’t help but voice his concern to the duo, who had already started daydreaming.

"This... is indeed a big problem," Morva said, covering her face with her palm and falling into deep thought. Tharnak, who had long given up on trying to leave this dimension after trying everything, had no solution either. He simply decided not to think at all and let other serious people hammer their heads over this mess.

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Due to this sudden realization, the happy mood turned depressing in an instant. The trio fell silent, each trying to come up with a solution. Sadly, by the time Zhorra entered the courtyard with her father—the three-meter-tall muscular, scary-looking, tattooed man who had ordered his men to bring Myne to Tharnak when he first arrived near their village—they had found no solutions.

"Why are you all looking so glum?" Zhorra asked, sensing something wrong from everyone’s dejected faces. Her father, who had finally heard some good news since arriving in this ghostly silent place, shook his head with a helpless sigh. He could tell that the grand plan his daughter had been talking about had hit a major snag.

"Zhorra, dear, I think your plan has a slight problem," Morva said with a sigh, seeing that neither of the men intended to break the silence.

"What kind of problem?" Zhorra’s father, Ryga, asked with a frown.

"Well, although Myne can indeed transport supplies from his world to ours, we don’t know how to send our things back to his world. Without payment from our side, he couldn’t continue purchasing large amounts of supplies for us," Morva explained as she got up and brought two additional chairs from the house.

"Damn it! I thought we’d almost solved the problem of eating meat every day!" Zhorra cursed, sitting down angrily beside Myne, scaring him slightly. If possible, he really didn’t want to have too much contact with this hot-tempered babe. Although her figure was completely his type, her strong personality was enough to keep him at a distance.

"Is there no way to deal with this problem, Father? Why don’t you ask your wizard friend about it? Maybe we can get some help," Ryga knowing how important this matter was, couldn’t help but look at his 300-year-old father, who was also the strongest person in their entire village and his role model.

"If we were in our world, I’d have already contacted him. But here, cross-dimensional communication isn’t something that can be done just because I want it. Unless I have access to a big source of external pure energy, there’s no way to communicate with outsiders. This strange dimension is far more terrifying than it appears," Tharnak dismissed Ryga’s idea with a wave of his hand.

"By the way, have you guys tried to contact other people living here? The people from the Church world seem to have a way to control and teleport people from my world to their headquarters, using them as sacrifices for their god," Myne narrowed his eyes, and said while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. If it weren’t for the fact that those weirdos from the Church—except Finn—are such dicks and attack people for no reason as soon as they saw him, he would have liked to discuss this idea with them. Anyway, he doesn’t have a life-and-death feud with them, so he wouldn’t mind doing business with them."

After speaking, Myne noticed the silence and looked up, finding everyone staring at him with frowns, as if he had said something inappropriate.

"What are you guys looking at? Do I have something on my face?" Myne asked, touching his face to check if anything was there, but suddenly caught off guard as Ryga, the three-meter-tall, scary-looking village chief, grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you mean by ’other people’? And who are those people from the Church world you’re talking about?" Ryga asked in a deadly serious tone.

"Don’t you guys know about it? There are two more groups of people living in this dimension besides you. Although they all look like humans, they each have different characteristics. For example, you are tall and muscular. The people who live on the dark side have pale skin, red eyes, and two long teeth sticking out from the edges of their mouths. They build castles on cliffs."

"The people from the church world live in the boundary between the day and night areas. They mostly believe in various gods and do all kinds of creepy things to impress them and gain power. Although they call themselves a church, I think they’re crazy cultists."

Myne quickly gave them a brief overview of the other two camps and their preparations for the upcoming awakening.

"Damn it! Those blood-sucking bastards won’t leave us alone, even here. Father, this time, let’s unite and kill them off! Otherwise, once they find us, it will only make things harder for us," Ryga said, standing up from his chair and addressing Tharnak in a loud voice.

"Oh, and how do you plan to find them? Do you have any idea how big this forest is? I’ve flown in one direction for two entire days at full speed and still didn’t see its end. Let’s not talk about finding those bat bastards who are God knows where hiding in some corner. This dimension is far bigger than you can imagine. Instead of worrying about them, you’d better focus on improving our shelter’s defence and offensive capabilities. We’ll deal with them when the time comes," Tharnak dismissed his hot-blooded son’s proposal with a disdainful expression and gestured for him to sit down and listen quietly instead of cursing trouble.

"So, do you guys know those pale-skinned people?" Myne asked curiously when he noticed no one seemed inclined to speak about this matter.

"Yes, you could say those bastards are the lifelong enemies of our barbarian race. Those f*ckers wander the night, dwell in castles, and are nearly immortal, living for thousands of years. They control most of the world’s resources and are surrounded by unimaginable wealth. They feed on the blood of living beings, especially intelligent and powerful races. As one of the three strongest races in our world, we are their favourite prey. Our ancestors have fought them for millennia but still haven’t eradicated them."

"I advise you to stay away from them. Those bats are aggressive and ruthless, valuing no life but their own. Even conversing with them is as difficult as eating rocks," Tharnak warned with a serious expression.

"Sigh, alright, forget about them. Let’s talk business. Since I can’t take objects with me, do you have anything else, like magic-related knowledge, potion formulas, body-building techniques, or other things I can learn? My body would naturally retain that information. At least until we figure out a way to transport supplies to my world, we can use this as a form of exchange commodity."

Hearing Myne’s words, everyone’s eyes lit up instantly, especially Tharnak and Morva. These two old monsters had learned a lot in their youth and could confidently claim they had enough knowledge to help Myne purchase most of what their shelter currently lacked.

"That’s a wonderful idea. Since your power rank is only G, it means your strength is limited. Here, take this. This is a basic breathing technique and a body-building exercise. As long as you follow the instructions written in it and do it for one week, you’ll see qualitative changes in your body, and your strength will grow rapidly. After you finish these two techniques, we’ll move on to the advanced versions.

"Other than those two, I also have 120 Tier-0 spells, 65 Tier-1 spells, 18 Tier-2 spells, 9 Tier-3 spells, and 4 Tier-4 spells in all categories. Take your time learning them from me, and I can guide you if you run into any problems," Morva said with a smile, handing Myne two leather-bound books.

"Although my mastery of magic is limited, I know a lot about swordsmanship, martial arts, boxing, spearmanship, horseback riding, archery, super speed flying, air combat, underwater fighting, combo training, etc. If you need someone to teach you physical fighting, come to me. I have enough to keep you busy for a few years at least," Tharnak added with a smile while rubbing his hands.

"While I may not match Grandma and Grandpa in knowledge of combat and magic, if you want to learn about management, and politics, or need a sparring partner, come to me," Zhorra said with narrowed eyes and a heavy tone, as if threatening Myne.

After hearing the trio’s offers, Myne subconsciously looked at Ryga, wondering what he would propose. Then he saw Ryga pull out a sharp dagger from behind his back and speak with deadly seriousness.

"If you ever bring your real body to this world and want to master the mystical arts of our barbarian race, come to me. I’ll help you capture a powerful being and seal it within your body just like mine," Ryga said, showing Myne the tattoos on his body, that suddenly started moving as if they might jump out the next moment.

"No need. I think I’ll pass on on that. It doesn’t sound painless. I’d better learn magic and fighting first, but thanks for the offer," Myne said with a forced smile, quickly moving his chair away from Ryga. Although his behaviour seemed rude, he cared more about his body than someone else’s feelings. The way Ryga was rubbing the sharp dagger on his arm was a bit too much for his little heart handle.

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