My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse-Chapter 970 - 968 Trade

The moment he saw the notification, his eyes brightened once more. His junior sister barely reacted. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shift from despair to sudden excitement in the blink of an eye. She was long used to his strange behavior, used to him producing unfamiliar items out of nowhere, used to his emotions swinging without warning.

Exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she slumped to the ground, pressing a hand to her pounding head as she tried to rest.

Meanwhile, "The Rogue Blender" wasted no time and opened the message.

[Merchant #841273: Hello. I just read your message and found your world very intriguing. I understand your current situation. However, as a merchant, I cannot offer my products at a reduced price...]

Seeing this, "The Rouge Blender’s" eyes dimmed once more, and his shoulders slumped as if his spirit had already left his body. His heart felt icy, a chill that made it hard to read further. But what had he really expected?

Merchants were known to be cold, calculating, measuring worth only by profit and gain. Without enough system points, he had nothing of value to offer, nothing that could sway them.

Then, just as he was about to sink further into despair, a new notification chimed.

Ding!

[You have a new message]

[Merchant #841273: However, I could propose an equal exchange, something fair for both sides. This way, I can help you, and you can provide me with what I need. We could form a trade: I’ll give you a large basket of high-grade Spiritual Fruits, ranging from Grade C to Grade B.]

[Merchant #841273: From what I’ve heard, you might have Alchemy manuals, recipes, mystic cultivation manuals and arts, cultivation techniques, or even spiritual herbs. No matter what you can offer, I’ll take it. On top of that, I’ll include some Spiritual Spring Water, Stamina Boosters, magic scrolls, Scarlet Honey, and items that could aid in recovery.]

[Merchant #841273: How does that sound? If it doesn’t work for you, just let me know.]

After reading everything Kisha had sent, "The Rouge Blender’s" eyes dilated, trembling as a mix of excitement and disbelief coursed through him. His whole body shook, and for a moment, he wondered if he was imagining things out of desperation.

He rubbed his eyes, blinked rapidly, and looked back at the chat interface, it was still there, the words unchanged.

Hope and exhilaration bloomed in his chest. He immediately began checking his inventory to see if he had what Kisha was asking for. When he realized he didn’t have enough, he started waking up his sect members, many of whom were still gloomy, and some had already lost hope, resigned to their fate in the cave where they had been hiding.

"Wake up, all of you! Hurry!" "The Rouge Blender" shouted, shaking his junior sister awake. His eyes sparkled with a mix of desperation and excitement as he leaned closer. "Junior sister, you’re an alchemist! I know you have spiritual herbs and alchemy manuals with you, right? Bring them out, quick! I need them now, and I promise, I’ll make it worth your while afterward!"

"Senior brother, what are you doing right now? Are you high, or have you completely lost it?" The junior sister looked at The Rouge Blender with a mixture of skepticism and exhaustion. In the end, she let out a deep sigh and shrugged; there was really no better solution, and the oppressive gloom had already sapped her morale.

As a support, she couldn’t fight; if they died, what use would her manuals or spiritual herbs be? She was already missing some crucial herbs, and with what little remained, she couldn’t even craft basic healing pills, let alone rejuvenation or dispelling remedies that might help the injured or those poisoned by the demonic energy, as they were slowly rotting while still alive.

"Alright... take everything. Just take my magic pouch." The junior sister tossed her pouch to her senior brother before slumping back, closing her eyes as if surrendering entirely. After all, what use was an alchemist without her ability to craft pills?

Without a hint of embarrassment, "The Rouge Blender" took the magic pouch and, using his junior sister’s imprint, emptied its contents. There wasn’t much left inside, just the remnants, but even so, there were still plenty of herbs, alchemy manuals his sister had received from her master, and a few leftover pills, some harmless, some poisonous.

None of the manuals contained mystic arts, so they weren’t of critical importance, but he carefully cataloged everything. He took photos and made a detailed list, sending them to Kisha in case she wasn’t familiar with the items. Alongside the list, he included a few low-tier spiritual weapons.

The others he had called barely glanced at him, dismissing him as hopeless and clinging to delusions. Only his junior sister responded, while the rest looked like walking corpses, lost in despair.

[The Rouge Blender: Merchant sir... if I may be presumptuous... I could still get more of these items for you, but... could we perhaps trade a bit more? I mean... could I request some additional things? I understand if you don’t have them, but I just...]

[Merchant #841273: Wait... you want me to use my system points to buy what you need from the system mall in exchange for your trinkets?]

[The Rouge Blender: I...]

[Merchant #841273: Fine. I’ll put it on credit instead. But understand this: if you fail to pay on time, I’ll consider it a loss, blacklist you permanently, and never trade with you again. In return, I want more cultivation manuals. The higher the grade, the better. And before I accept anything, I will personally inspect the goods. I don’t deal in junk. As I said, I may be a merchant, but I’m not heartless enough to ignore a desperate plea. So don’t lie to me.]

[The Rouge Blender: Oh my god, thank you! I’ll treat you like my ancestor! Let’s bind this deal with a system contract. That way, neither of us can go back on our word, and you can monitor my credit at any time. As long as I survive this and we drive the Demon Army back to where they belong, I’ll scour the entire world for anything you want — manuals, artifacts, anything!]

「On the Other Side」

Kisha felt a surge of satisfaction as she read the reply. The sudden epiphany left her in a far better mood than before. Truthfully, even if the other party ended up defaulting on their debt after surviving this crisis, she wouldn’t consider it a loss, not when what she truly wanted wasn’t the credit, but the knowledge.

She was particularly interested in the alchemy manuals. After all, she already possessed one, but what she valued most were the recipes. Buying those directly from the system would cost a small fortune, and even though she now had a good amount of system points, who would ever turn down free resources?

Besides, the reason she had deliberately mentioned alchemy manuals wasn’t just for trade leverage. She wanted to compare the alchemy she had mastered that came from the fantasy world with the methods from the Murim world.

If she could study both, there was a chance she could merge the two systems, refining them into her own unique techniques and creating new recipes using whatever ingredients she had on hand.

That possibility alone made the trade more than worth it.

Besides, even the most common spiritual herbs from the Murim World would be valuable to her. She could simply plant them in her territory space and let Daisy take care of them, Daisy was exceptionally skilled at nurturing plants, keeping them healthy and thriving.

With Daisy’s expertise and the abundance of spiritual energy in her territory, Kisha doubted that a single herb would fail to grow. Not only could she use the herbs to create more products for her store, but it would also be a guaranteed profit. No matter how she looked at it, this was a win-win situation.

When the other side sent her the picture of the items along with the inventory list they were willing to trade, Kisha’s eyes lit up and her lips curled into a delighted smile. She carefully went through the list, checking each item’s description provided by the system before making her selections.

What made her especially happy was that the trade even included some pill recipes. They weren’t high-tier, but they were still useful, and among them was an Alchemy Manual from the Murim World. She felt elated, realizing she no longer needed to buy it from the system mall.

Since she had already mastered Alchemy from the fantasy world, learning a different type of Alchemy would only broaden her perspective and expand her creative possibilities.

She could adapt the ingredients based on what was available, cross-reference the effects of each ingredient from both worlds, and swap out those with undesirable side effects. This way, she could create pills and potions that maintained high quality, offered better results, and minimized negative side effects.