I Killed the Hero and Took His Achievements-Chapter 14: The Wolf of Mana Street

[Location: The Skies over Zimara]

[Status: Cruising Altitude.]

The HMS Death-rattle was no longer. I had painted it black over it and renamed it as HMS Profit Margin. With the new Aether Converter installed, the engines purred like a kitten.

Below us lay the Golden Desert. In the center of the dunes, the gleaming jewel of the East: Zimara. The City of Merchants. It looked like Venice built on sand. Ships were flowed with magical water and the buildings were made of elegant gold-veined marbles.

"What a sight. It’s beautiful," Seraphina muttered while looking over the railing.

"It’s a trap," I corrected her. "Every brick down there was paid for with a scam money."

I checked my inventory.

[Gold: 5 Million.]

"Sylvia," I called out.

Sylvia walked out of the bridge. She was wearing a desert outfit I bought her (silk, exposing the midriff). She blushed when I looked at her body.

"Yes, Master?"

"We need weapons. Not swords but Mana-Guns."

"Zimara controls the patent on Magitech firearms," Sylvia explained. "They don’t sell to foreigners. Only to Licensed Dealers."

"So, who is the biggest Dealer?"

"The Gold-Tooth Syndicate. Their leader is a Goblin Kingpin named Gallywix."

"Gallywix," I smiled arrogantly while I reminisce over the past memory. In the past life, Gallywix was a Quest Giver who would betray people 100% of the time. He would sell faulty guns that could detonate in the hands’ of users.

"Park in the VIP dock. I want to make an entrance," I ordered.

[Location: Zimara Grand Bazaar - VIP Dock]

We finally landed on a VIP dock. The size of the ship could cast a shadow over the market entirely.

A customs officer, he’s a fat man with six rings on one hand wobbled up the ramp. "Halt!" he shouted discernibly. "The docking fee is 10,000 Gold! Plus a ’Foreign Vessel’ tax of 50%! So it’s 15,000 Gold!"

I walked down majestically from the ramp. I didn’t speak. I tossed a bag of gold at his plump face.

THUD.

It hit his flat nose. Gold coins were spilling out everywhere. "Keep the change," I said egoistically, walking by past him.

"Welcome to Zimara!" The officer said with a happy face.

We walked into the Bazaar. Spices, perfumes, clamor, music, and people are everywhere. "Fresh Wyvern meat! Potions! Guaranteed to cure baldness! Slaves! Elf slaves, barely used!"

Seraphina gripped her staff tightly. "This place is unholy," she claimed.

"Well, it’s called capitalism," I remarked.

We navigated straight to the Black Market District. A massive steel door guarded by two Ogre Bouncers blocked the way. A sign read: "Gold-Tooth Syndicate. Members Only."

The Ogre grunted. "Password?"

I didn’t have the password.

I held up the Soul-Eater’s Fang.

"The password is: I don’t stab you in the eye but in the heart."

The Ogre squinted. He looked at the glowing, eerie dagger. He then looked at my eyes. "Correct," he snorted. He opened the door.

[Inside Gallywix’s Office]

Gallywix sat behind a desk that was made of solid diamond. He was smoking a cigarette that smelled like burning money. He was a fat goblin and was wearing a business tuxedo. "Well, well, well," Gallywix chuckled. "A human who threatens my guards. You have thick balls, kid. Or maybe a death wish."

"I’m looking to buy," I responded while sitting down uninvited.

"Everyone is looking to buy. What do you need? Poison? Intel? A night with a succubus?"

"Guns," I said. "Rifles. Specifically, the X-99 Mana Snipers."

Gallywix stopped smiling.

"The X-99? Those are military prototypes. Illegal to export. If the Trade Federation finds out, they’d rebuke my license."

"I need 500 of them."

Gallywix gagged on his cigarette. "Five hundred?! Are you starting a war?"

"Yes."

"Kid, those would cost 20,000 Gold for each. That’s like— let me calculate..."

"Ten Million Gold," I interrupted.

"Do you have Ten Million Gold?"

I leaned forward to him. "No."

Gallywix’s face dimmed. His hand moved under the desk (toward a button). "Then get out. I don’t do charity."

"I don’t have gold but I have something better," I said slowly. I pulled out an item from my inventory. It was a scroll.

[Item: Blueprint - The Aether Engine (Optimized)]

This was the blueprint I analyzed from the Slime Boss drop. It showed how to build an engine that was 300% more efficient than the current tech.

"This," I slid the scroll across the table to him. "Is the design for the engine in my ship."

Gallywix picked it up immediately. He adjusted his monocle to clear is vision. He scanned the blueprint entirely. His green skin turned from pale to red then sweating. "This... this combustion ratio... it’s absurd. It uses one third of the current fuel consumption!"

"I invented it," I lied.

"If I mass-produce this engine..." Gallywix muttered while his saliva was drooling of his mouth . "I could bankrupt the entire Airship Guild. I could even own the sky!"

"Precisely."

I snatched the scroll back from him. "The Blueprint for 500 Rifles. And 100,000 rounds of ammo. Due is tomorrow."

Gallywix looked at the scroll then he looked at me. Greed won. "Deal!" Gallywix slammed his both hands on the table. "But if this is a fake, I’ll have you skinned alive and sold it as a human-skinned rug!"

"If it’s a fake," I smiled evilly, "You can keep the rug."

We both shook hands.

[Trade Complete.]

[Item Acquired: Shipment Contract (X-99 Rifles) x500.]

I walked out of the office.

"Master," Sylvia whispered. "Why did you give him the engine blueprint? Now the Goblins will have superior ships!"

I laughed maniacally.

"Sylvia, Sylvia. Did you look closely at the blueprint?" I asked.

"No..."

"I missed one tiny fundamental in the cooling system." I added.

"What does that do?"

"It means the engines will work perfectly for about 100 hours." I continued.

"And then?"

"And then they explode with the force of a tactical nuke." I responded clearly.

I checked my watch. "Gallywix is going to mass-produce them definitely. He’s going to sell them to every major guild. In a month, half of the airships in the world are going to fall out of the sky unquestionably."

Sylvia stared at me horrified. She looked frightened. "You... you sabotaged the global transportation network? Just to get some weapons?"

"Now come on. Let’s go sightseeing."

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[The Plaza - 1 Hour Later]

While waiting for the shipment, we walked through the slave market. I wasn’t interested in slaves. But then I saw Her in a cage at the center of the square. A woman with fiery red hair, fox ears, and nine tails.

[Target: Nine-Tailed Fox]

[Name: Ahri]

[Status: Sealed and cursed.]

[Price: Auction Only.]

In the past life, she became the "Disaster of the East." She broke out out of her cage, blazed the whole city down, and became a Raid Boss. Currently, she was chained, wearing magic restrain cuffs.

"Beautiful, isn’t she?" A slave trader approached me while rubbing his hands. "A genuine Monster Girl. Very rare."

"How much?"

"Starting bid is 1 Million Gold."

I looked at Ahri. She looked back. Her eyes were full of hate, pure and unadulterated hatred for humanity. She growled at me.

Perfect. "I’ll take her," I said.

"Sir, that can’t do. The auction is tomorrow..."

"I said," I drew the Soul-Eater’s Fang. "I’ll take her." I threatened him

"Security!" the slave trader yelled.

Four Orcs charged toward me. "Sylvia, freeze. Seraphina, blind."

[Ice Nova.]

[Flash Bang.]

The Orcs were frozen and blinded in a second.

I walked up to the cage immediately. I cut the lock. Ahri lunged toward me, claws extended. "Die, human!" I caught her wrist.

[Trait: The Usurper.]

I didn’t steal her skill. I poured mana into her. "Calm down, foxy," I whispered. "I’m not here to enslave you. I’m here to offer you a job."

Ahri baffled. "A job?"

"Yes. I’m burning down the whole Northern Empire next week." I grinned viciously. "Would you like to come along and light some fires with me?"

Ahri looked at my eyes. She saw the wickedness in my eyes. She grinned back maliciously. A predator recognizing a predator. "You’re psycho."

"I’m rich," I corrected. "Same thing."

Ahri stared at me. Her nose twitched. "I hate humans," she muttered, baring her fangs. "They are boring. But you... you smell like unhinged and bad decisions."

She leaned against the cage bars. "If you promise to let me burn things, I’ll follow you until I get bored, then I’ll eat you."

"Deal," I said. "Let’s go. We have a war to start."