The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112
Chapter 112
After once more altering my appearance with the Veil of Secrets and the Ring of Misdirection to avoid detection.
I examined the equipment I had obtained from defeating the massive Orc army through Luke.
First and foremost.
[ Snowy Orc Hide ]
[ Orc Molar ]
[ Grey Orc Sinew ]
[ Mutated Orc Skull ]
….
They were Orc-related material items.
Used when crafting weapons or armor, and serving as catalysts for alchemy as well.
Materials with diverse applications, but honestly, the individual prices of each weren’t particularly high.
Next came.
[ Crude Orc Glaive ]
[ Tarosh’s Greatsword ]
[ Eastern Orc Iron Armor ]
[ Orc Savage Totem ]
….
Finished products.
Equipment items the Orcs had used.
I had defeated as many as thirty thousand Orcs, and thanks to Luke collecting every single item without exception, the quantity was substantial.
However, among all of it, what truly captured my attention was the item I obtained from defeating the Orc Lord.
[ Heart of the Orc Lord ]
Type: Material
Grade: Legendary
Restriction: –
Description: The heart containing the power of the Orc Lord, known to appear once every three hundred years and march forth to bring about the world’s destruction.
Truthfully, I had hoped for a finished product like the “Orc Lord’s Double-Bladed Axe.”
Unfortunately, a material-type item had dropped instead.
Moreover, it was an item I didn’t recognize—newly added in Second.
But.
‘Actually, this is better.’
It seemed I could make use of this.
Having alchemized countless potions and elixirs back in First, I could tell.
That this material would serve as the finest ingredient for crafting elixirs.
So once I reached level 200, I planned to apply elixir materials I could use and create the ultimate elixir.
With materials of this caliber, consuming them as an elixir would benefit me far more than selling them.
“Well then, shall I go organize the miscellaneous items first?”
After finishing my item inspection, I made my way to the general store beside the marketplace.
[ Simons General Store ]
The largest general store in Labelt.
In other words, a place where NPCs—not users—conduct business.
In truth, this wasn’t the wisest choice.
NPCs fundamentally treated adventurers poorly.
They sold at inflated prices and bought at depressed ones.
It was merchant doctrine, but NPCs were particularly notorious for overcharging adventurers—users, that is.
However.
‘Users are no different, really.’
What made users any better?
Unlike NPCs who at least kept their overcharging within reasonable bounds, users had no limit to their greed.
Especially when the other party didn’t know the true market value.
Even with my rapid growth, I still didn’t understand Second’s pricing well enough. Dealing with an NPC seemed the safer choice.
Besides, I had another reason for coming here.
“Welcome! Is there anything I can help you find?”
The Tower Guide greeted me the moment I entered the shop.
And indeed, the general store before me lived up to its reputation as Labelt’s largest.
While not quite a modern department store, Second—a medieval fantasy-based game—had somehow produced a merchant establishment of this scale.
Befitting Labelt’s premier general store, items of every conceivable type lined the shelves. But my true purpose here was simple.
“I’m here to sell items.”
“Ah, selling, are you? This way, please!”
Item sales.
The shop was so vast I could barely locate the sales counter.
Fortunately, the Tower Guide directed me with courtesy.
“Right this way! You’ll queue up over there, then take a seat in order and show your items for appraisal!”
Simons General Store’s sales counter resembled a bank’s layout.
Booths lined in a single row with dividers, each staffed by an appraiser and clerk conducting transactions.
Small-scale item sales would pose no problem.
“Since I’m here for bulk sales, is there another location available?”
The space was too cramped for what I carried.
I doubted I could even fit ten items on that counter.
How could I possibly trade everything I had?
The Tower Guide seemed not to grasp my meaning.
“Don’t worry! Our appraisers are exceptionally skilled! Even when hundreds of items come pouring in, they handle it swiftly!”
“That’s not quite what I meant—it’s not hundreds, it’s—”
“No problem at all! Oh, look, a booth just opened! Yones is our finest appraiser here at Simons General Store! Come, sit down!”
Before I could protest, the Tower Guide ushered me into a seat.
There sat Yones, the appraiser, regarding me with weary eyes.
“Please show me your items, and I’ll begin the appraisal.”
“As I mentioned to the guide, I have quite a lot. Is it acceptable if I display everything?”
“You needn’t worry. There’s plenty of space behind me as well, and the storage is far more spacious than you might think.”
It seemed everyone had no sense of just how many items I intended to retrieve.
In situations like this, explaining myself would only tire my voice.
From experience, showing them directly was always best.
“Luke.”
– Yes, Master.
“Retrieve all the equipment we obtained from defeating the Orc Lord.”
– Understood.
Luke began extracting the items.
* * *
“Yawn….”
The appraiser at Simons General Store.
Yones let out a yawn.
‘How tedious….’
Low-level adventurers.
Low-level items.
He had studied appraisal so diligently to secure a position at Simons General Store, Labelt’s finest general store, yet all he did was this.
“A mid-tier Kobold pickaxe with a level 30 restriction. The price would be… this much.”
“What? Do you know how hard I worked to get this! Price it higher!”
“The demand has decreased as the number of miners has declined recently. This is already a fair offer.”
“Even so….”
“Then I shall add one basic-grade potion to the deal.”
“Well then….”
This was the average.
Most items weren’t even worth appraising, and dealing with customers made him feel less like an appraiser and more like a merchant.
Tedious.
Utterly tedious.
“Yawn….”
As he continued to let out unstoppable yawns.
Another new customer sat before Yones.
“Please bring out your items and I shall begin the appraisal.”
The customer was saying something odd again.
Nonsense about whether it was alright that there were many items.
‘How many could there possibly be.’
He had once appraised over a hundred items at once in this very spot.
Swift appraisal and judgment were fundamental skills for an appraiser.
No matter how many items were brought forth, no matter how exceptional they were, he was confident he could assess them in an instant.
Thinking thus, he prepared to examine the items.
Rumble rumble rumble-.
[ Wasteland Orc Lord’s Glass Totem ]
[Green Ancestor’s Rampage Powder]
[Orc Large Hammer]
….
‘…There’s quite a lot.’
Far more items had emerged than I anticipated.
The curious part was that every single item appearing now was somehow connected to orcs.
Still, being orc items as they were, their quality wasn’t particularly high, so appraising them wouldn’t take an excessive amount of time.
Or so I thought….
“A, a Snow Plain Orc’s fur hide?”
It wasn’t that simple.
Certainly, the orcs surrounding the Empire were of lower caliber.
But far beyond the Empire’s borders, there existed orcs of tremendous strength.
Among them, the Snow Plain Orcs were particularly renowned.
Even just this would require considerable time for appraisal.
“Eastern Orc iron armor?”
Equipment from the Eastern Orcs, who unusually possessed proper smelting techniques and were known to equip iron gear.
Those rare maritime ornaments from the Southern Orcs.
High-level, high-grade items that could only be obtained from Orc Shamans or Orc Warlords rather than common orcs were overflowing.
No, that wasn’t the real problem.
The greatest issue right now was.
“C, customer? Could you pause for a moment? I never anticipated such a quantity!”
The sheer volume of items.
Where exactly had they been hunting? Orc-related items kept surfacing endlessly.
Not only items from orcs surrounding the Empire, but items from orcs at the continent’s very edges—they possessed so many.
Did they harbor some tremendous grudge against orcs?
Were they presenting every item collected over a lifetime of hunting nothing but orcs?
This situation made no sense whatsoever.
“I haven’t even removed half of them yet.”
“H, half? Then you’re saying there’s another quantity this substantial?”
“No, there’s considerably more than that.”
“Good heavens….”
This exceeded what this place could accommodate.
And this customer was no ordinary patron.
The moment that thought crossed his mind.
‘Wait. Hundreds of orc-related items… and an adventurer?’
Something suddenly flashed through Yones’s mind.
“M, might I ask your name, sir?”
“Mir.”
“M, Mir, Baron!”
Yones could recall it now.
An adventurer who defeated the Orc Lord and twenty thousand orc forces, earning recognition for this Achievement and becoming the first adventurer to receive a Baron title directly from the Emperor.
That adventurer’s name was Mir.
Realizing this, Yones immediately rose from his seat and bowed deeply.
“I-I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t recognize you, Baron Mir, and was disrespectful!”
Baron.
The lowest rank among noble titles.
Honestly, it wasn’t a rank that warranted such an extreme reaction, but a noble was still a noble regardless.
Being disrespectful to a noble could result in punishment for insulting nobility.
So Yones desperately bowed his head and apologized.
“Be quiet.”
Mir seemed reluctant to draw attention.
“More importantly, how does the item sale work? Should I continue bringing them out here?”
“Oh, no! For a bulk sale of that magnitude, I believe it would be better to conduct the transaction at our Logistics Warehouse!”
“A warehouse, you say…”
“I’ll guide you there!”
“Thank you.”
“Not at all! Rather, I apologize for not guiding you properly from the start!”
Yones hurriedly began leading me forward.
* * *
“Luke, put them back in.”
– Yes, Master.
Yones guided me urgently.
In truth, one of the reasons I sought out an NPC-operated large general store rather than dealing with users in the marketplace was precisely this.
‘NPCs treat nobles differently.’
If I told a user “I’m a noble,” they’d merely find it interesting or impressive.
But NPCs?
Their reaction would inevitably change upon hearing I was a noble.
Of course, I could receive better treatment, but the most important point was this.
‘There’s no risk of being cheated.’
Even without knowing market prices, I wouldn’t be overcharged or swindled.
NPCs with hierarchy ingrained in their very being would never attempt such things with a noble.
“This is it!”
Thanks to Yones’ guidance, I arrived at what was called the Logistics Warehouse of Simons General Store.
It was underground, yet far larger than I’d anticipated.
With magical facilities in place, the temperature was perfectly maintained for optimal storage conditions.
Upon arriving at the Logistics Warehouse,
“It’s an honor to meet you, Baron Mir.”
A new figure was waiting for me.
“I’m Edwin Simons, the proprietor of Simons General Store.”

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