I Became a Black Market Tycoon with an Inventory - Chapter 11

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011-National Tour
11. National Tour
Twenty days traversing the entire nation.
It was absolutely wonderful.
I was happy.
I witnessed a world I’d never seen before.
I experienced an entirely new world.
I observed how countless people lived their lives.
I encountered diverse environments and cultures.
So this is why travel is necessary.
Through traveling, I came to understand what I was lacking.
What I lacked most of all was experience.
This journey revealed that to me.
There was so much about the world I didn’t know.
I gained many new experiences.
For one, I flew on an airplane.
I thought I’d never ride an airplane in my entire life, yet I did.
Since no one was there to joke about removing shoes before boarding, I avoided that embarrassing mistake.
I found myself grateful for having no friends.
Jeju Island was wonderful.
Except for the black pork belly strips laden with fat at twenty thousand won per serving.
I went prepared to be scammed, but apparently that doesn’t happen when you’re alone.
I was relieved.
Jeju Island was astonishing.
They charge this much for this?
Noodles cost over ten thousand won.
Grilled cutlassfish exceeds fifty thousand won,
and raw fish is priced at market rate.
When I mentioned I was dining alone, the restaurant refused to serve me.
I never imagined a world existed where merchants would refuse money for food.
Refreshing.
I was right to come on this trip.
On my return from Jeju Island, I took a ferry instead of a plane.
That too was a new experience.
The ship was enormous.
Was it really so remarkable that something this massive could float on water?
It was completely different from watching videos online.
I felt its grandeur.
The interior of the ship was even more astonishing.
Inside the ship were not just cabins but also a food court, a Convenience Store, karaoke, an arcade, a café, and much more.
An elevator inside a ship.
It was shocking.
At this rate, they’d probably build a water park on the ship next.
What was even more shocking was spending 30,000 won on a claw machine game I’d started on a whim while wandering around.
I couldn’t stop myself.
After arriving in Mokpo, I spent a night there, explored various places, and ate.
I heard soy-marinated crab was famous, so I tried that too.
They call it a rice thief, and I understood why.
I was a hostage taken by that thief.
I loved that time.
That hostage-like time.
New places and new foods.
New languages and Korean with dialects so thick it was hard to understand—it felt like I’d traveled abroad, and I loved that feeling.
Because I enjoyed that sensation, I boarded intercity buses and bought tickets to the most eye-catching cities from the bus terminals, traveling around.
I passed through Yeosu’s night sea, Jinju, Busan, Ulsan, Gyeongju, Pohang, then Ulsan and Andong, Samcheok, Gangneung, and returned to Seoul.
In unfamiliar places, I rode buses, subways, express buses, and KTX trains.
I visited famous spots in each region.
I ate things known to be delicious.
After traveling for over twenty days like that, I began to grow bored.
Everything that seemed new at first now looked the same everywhere.
And it was so hot.
I found myself wishing I had a car.
I’d been feeling it keenly ever since Jeju Island.
I needed a car.
At least I needed a driver’s license.
In Seoul, I’d gotten by fine without a car, but once I left Seoul, life without one was incredibly inconvenient.
A car wasn’t just for transportation—it could also be a space to rest.
In this hot summer, a car was essential.
In an emergency, it could even serve as a place to sleep.
Maybe, though I wasn’t sure if it would happen, I could get a girlfriend someday.
So I’d get my driver’s license.
And I’d buy a car.
I resolved to do it. Definitely.
The trip ended like that.
I’d spent quite a bit of money, but it was an expense I could easily afford.
And I’d even made some money in the middle of the trip.
A stone octopus I’d bought because it looked so fresh.
I’d put it in my inventory.
When I passed through Andong, a woman at the Market said she needed a fresh octopus for a ancestral rite but couldn’t find one, so I sold it to her and added the money to my travel expenses.
She was very satisfied, saying how fresh it was.
My travels had led to one clear conclusion.
There was so much about the world I didn’t know.
So I would travel more, experience more.
Even in our tiny country, there were so many different cultures,
and I wondered how many new ones awaited me if I ventured across the globe.
I was curious how different climates, religions, and cuisines would guide me toward yet another new world.
This journey alone had been worth it for that realization.
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I registered at the Driving School.
Damn, why was this so expensive?
A million won.
It was so costly that ideally I’d ask someone to teach me,
but there was no one willing to lend a car to someone like me, no one with time to spare.
And definitely no one with a driver’s license.
Reluctantly, I enrolled at the Driving School.
My depressing birthday had just passed.
I was now past eighteen.
Now I was an adult, legally independent from anyone.
I could live my own life.
I hated the birthday itself, but at least I wouldn’t hear people telling me to bring my parents along anymore.
Getting my driver’s license posed no problems.
The Driving School taught me various things,
but I couldn’t understand why they made something simple so complicated.
Wasn’t it just about driving and parking?
Why did they keep telling me to align my shoulder with the line,
or to turn the wheel when the curb appeared in the side mirror?
And they charged a million won for this.
They’re all thieves.
When I make enough money later, I’ll open a Driving School myself.
I’ll become a thief too.
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School had already started again,
and the second semester had begun.
My life remained unchanged.
Mornings I went to School, and after School ended I’d stop by the Mart before heading to the Boxing Gym,
but now I’d started a part-time job instead of boxing.
Delivery work.
Right after getting my driver’s license, I bought a motorcycle and started the Delivery Part-time Job.
The shop owners loved me.
The food I delivered received great reviews because it looked freshly made from the restaurant.
Of course, using the Inventory for deliveries meant the reviews were bound to be excellent.
Working from 8 PM to midnight, there were nights I struggled to earn even 100,000 won.
Those were the times I’d think back to my ice cream part-time job.
If I’d just pushed through that summer break, I could’ve made around 300,000 won.
But this unremarkable, utterly ordinary life wasn’t so bad after all.
Especially the motorcycle—I loved it.
Now I didn’t have to walk anywhere.
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I went to School.
I rode the motorcycle because I didn’t feel like walking.
I parked it haphazardly near the School and headed in, but it looked like Yang Jung-won had spotted it on his way to class.
No matter how I think about it, that guy’s not a delinquent.
He’s far too diligent and hardworking for a delinquent.
The moment I stepped into the Classroom, he spoke to me.
For a while he’d been pretending not to see me.
“Is that motorcycle parked over there yours?”
“That? Yeah.”
“Where’d you steal it from?”
“Steal what?”
“How else would a beggar like you get something like that? You must’ve stolen it.”
What’s gotten into him today?
Why’s he suddenly looking for a fight?
Did he learn some martial arts during the break?
Is he testing me out by starting trouble?
Now that I think about it, his physique does seem a bit better.
When someone provokes you, you answer provocation with provocation—that’s the way of honor.
“Why are you jealous that a beggar like you gets to ride a motorcycle you don’t have? Want me to give you a ride? Don’t grab my waist though—it’s gross.”
“You crazy bastard! Are you insane? Have you lost it?”
“I’m offering you a ride on my motorcycle and you’re asking if I’m crazy? Shouldn’t you be saying thank you instead? Are you the type who repays kindness with enmity?”
“Damn it, you talk like shit.”
“You’re a weird one. You seemed like you wanted to ride the motorcycle, so I offered, but all you do is curse. Your rough behavior will come back to bite you later. So be careful.”
“Damn bastard…”
“If you’re jealous of the motorcycle, go ask your dad to buy you one. That’s what you’re good at, right? Whenever something happens, you go running to daddy to tattle. They say the only thing you learned by third year was tattling to your dad. I heard rumors you still haven’t even mastered the basics?”
After hearing that, Yang Jung-won couldn’t contain his anger and threw a punch at me.
But this guy is definitely stupid, no matter how I think about it.
Last time I even told him not to open his shoulders like that before throwing a punch, but he hasn’t fixed it.
If he’s this stupid, he should just give up.
His training was a complete waste.
I can’t let a punch like that land on me.
Thoughtless praise isn’t what makes whales dance—it’s like a drug that leads teenagers down the path of hollow dreams.
Slip it lightly, then one-two.
Tap, tap.
I didn’t put any real force behind it.
Just showing him there’s a fist here, that’s all.
It won’t hurt, but it’ll feel damn unpleasant.
Because I opened my fist and struck with my palm.
Like a slap.
Yang Jung-won’s face flushes crimson from the slap.
He looks irritated.
His body tenses up.
He throws another punch at me, this time with all his force packed into his fist.
When you tense up like that, your body goes rigid and you can’t throw a good punch.
His learning ability is seriously terrible.
Where did he learn to fight?
He needs to start over.
Should I recommend our Boxing Gym to him?
I slip past another punch loaded with nothing but tension, and throw a short hook in return.
Still without putting any real power behind it.
Tap, tap.
One-two again.
Jab, jab, one-two.
At first it was just slipping his punches and throwing one-twos.
But doing this actually feels like practice.
So I went ahead and did a full boxing workout.
I haven’t been to the Boxing Gym lately because of my part-time job.
Yang Jung-won really is a tsundere.
He’s giving me this opportunity and time.
In this school, only Yang Jung-won thinks of me.
Yang Jung-won tried to dodge my punches, but he couldn’t manage it at all.
Actually, instead of dodging, he was trying to throw punches to hit me.
The best defense is offense? Where did he pick up something like that?
But even if you’re attacking, you need to keep your guard up.
There are too many openings.
I have no choice but to throw one-two, hook, uppercut again.
I’m breathing hard too.
That’s enough. I need to rest.
I sat down in a chair nearby.
In boxing, matches are decided during the rest periods.
How much stamina I could recover in thirty seconds.
After resting for thirty seconds, I approached Yang Jung-won, who was still standing behind me.
“Ready for round two?”
One-two. Hook two.
One-two jab jab one-two.
One two body hook hook.
Jab body hook two.
One-two back one-two.
Damn it, I shouldn’t be getting excited about this.
But I am excited.
Is this why Yang Jung-won hit me earlier?
The impact transmitted through my knuckles was exhilarating.
I continued to unleash every boxing combination technique I knew directly at Yang Jung-won.
If he’s seen it before, he can learn from it.
I’m not hitting Yang Jung-won.
I’m simply teaching him the techniques he lacks.
Judging by how hard I’m breathing, another three minutes must have passed.
Time flies faster than I expected.
When I spar in the ring, getting pummeled makes time crawl unbearably.
But when I’m the one throwing punches, time disappears.
I sat down in a random chair again.
The moment I stopped hitting him, Yang Jung-won’s face showed relief.
He looked like it was finally over.
But the instant I stood up after thirty seconds, Yang Jung-won’s face went pale.
“Round three starts now. You know boxing goes up to twelve rounds, right?”
“That’s for professionals, you bastard.”
He cried out with an expression bordering on tears.
I hadn’t intended to go this far, but since I’ve warmed up, I might as well do this properly.
I need to make sure this bastard never raises his head to me again—engrave it into his body permanently.
I started this as a half-hearted joke, and now look—we’re in a full-blown fight again.
He won’t even dare make eye contact with me after today.
Whenever he sees me, he’ll instinctively tuck his tail between his legs.
From my long years as a punching bag and outcast, I know all too well where to hit to cause pain, suffering, and fear.
Today, I’m sharing my expertise with you.
Where else would you find a friend as good as me?
Teaching you boxing. Sharing my know-how.
You should always be grateful.
A lesson is being delivered.

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