The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Edwin Simons.
Calling him merely the proprietor of Simons General Store would be far too modest a title.
The head of Simmons Trading Company.
The chairman of the Labelt Merchant Association.
One of Labelt’s three great magnates.
Every one of these titles pointed to the same man: Simons.
And now, that very Edwin Simons
“What an honor to meet the adventurer whom His Majesty the Emperor has recognized for the first time. I wonder—am I perhaps the first person you’ve encountered since leaving the Imperial Palace, Mir, Baron? Haha.”
stood before me.
A man of such stature that seeing his face even once was a rarity.
He was so renowned that rumors had circulated of a lunch appointment with Simons once selling for twenty billion gold.
“I’m Mir.”
“I heard that one of our staff members was discourteous. If we’ve somehow displeased you, Baron Mir…”
“It’s fine. Let’s proceed with the transaction instead.”
“Haha, I’m relieved. Yones is quite skilled as an appraiser at our establishment, after all. Yes, then let me verify the goods immediately. Is this space adequate for our purposes?”
The Logistics Warehouse was spacious.
In particular, whether it had been organized during the brief time before my arrival or not, there was ample room to stack items.
It seemed I could retrieve all my items here without issue.
“Yes. Luke?”
– I’ll retrieve them at once, Master.
I began withdrawing the items with ease.
Whoosh!
“Oho…”
Black flames spread throughout the warehouse space.
And between them, objects began to materialize.
Though this was merely the beginning, Simons, who had been momentarily awestruck, quickly issued instructions to the appraisers around him.
“Please begin the appraisal immediately. Group items of the same type together, and be thorough so the quantities don’t become confused…”
Upon hearing Simons’s instructions, the appraisers and laborers began swiftly examining the goods.
As if proving they were seasoned professionals, their speed in inspecting and sorting items was remarkable.
“Such a quantity. It seems the Achievement of defeating the Orc Lord and his army of thirty thousand was indeed true.”
Simons himself wasn’t merely observing either.
True to his nature as a merchant, he picked up several of the items I’d retrieved and examined them.
Of course,
“Ornamental accessories from the spoils of the Snow Plains Orc Chieftain, famous for his ferocity; the Feral Pearl Bracelet, said to be possessed only by shamans among the southern orcs…”
his discerning eye selected only the expensive and superior items.
“These are goods difficult to obtain even in Labelt, the center of the continent. I heard all the orcs from across the land gathered under the Orc Lord, but to think it was to this extent.”
I was well aware that I’d obtained many items from defeating the orcs.
But this was the first time I’d retrieved them all and laid them bare before my eyes.
The sheer number of items piling up before my eyes was truly staggering.
We were literally stacking mountains of items within the vast Logistics Warehouse.
Moreover, just as Simons had been astonished, the items I’d obtained from defeating the orcs were of exceptional quality.
Even by my assessment.
[ Orc Grand Shaman’s Venomous Lizard Totem ]
[ Orc Warlord’s War Hammer ]
[ Orc Champion Belt ]
….
The rare high-grade items scattered throughout possessed high equip requirements, excellent grades, and impressive performance.
While most other items fell into the category of what people called “junk items,” these pieces carried considerable value.
As I was in the midst of appraising and organizing my belongings.
Simons quietly approached me.
“If you’ve defeated the Orc Lord, surely you obtained some spoils from him as well?”
“I did obtain something.”
“Ah, as expected! Might I inquire what item you acquired? If you’re willing, I could purchase it at the highest price. Far more than what the Auction House would offer.”
He made such a proposal.
What I’d obtained from defeating the Orc Lord was the Orc Lord’s heart.
Though it was a material rather than a finished product, Simons seemed prepared to pay an exceptionally high price for it.
“I’m afraid I have no intention of selling this.”
“Ah, I see! What a shame, but I understand.”
I had no intention of selling this particular item.
Perhaps it was curiosity about a new item that didn’t exist in First?
I was genuinely curious what kind of elixir would be created if I refined this material into one.
The elixir produced would undoubtedly prove invaluable to my future endeavors.
“Master, the appraisal is complete. The appraised value is….”
“I shall examine the appraisal myself.”
The appraisal was finished.
Simons then personally went to calculate the appraised values of the organized items.
I’d expected it would take considerable time given the sheer quantity of items.
But with the appraisers and Simons working together, they were able to assign prices without much delay.
After completing his final review, Simons approached me with a satisfied smile.
“Would you like to verify it?”
“Yes.”
I examined the price list Simons presented.
In truth, since I still didn’t fully understand Second’s market rates, verifying the prices held little significance.
However, before arriving here, I’d researched basic market prices online, so I only examined the prices of several important items.
‘It doesn’t seem like I’ve been overcharged at all.’
The prices matched almost exactly with what I’d researched.
Or rather, they were slightly higher than expected.
Considering the commission fees for listing items at the Auction House, this seemed to be precisely the right amount.
“I’m not foolish enough to swindle a Baron. I’ve calculated the fair market price based on what Simons General Store can sell these items for, so please don’t worry.”
“I trust you.”
“To explain, a significant portion of the valuation comes from high-tier items like this Orc Champion Belt.”
If I got caught trying to cheat a nobleman, I wouldn’t just face charges for insulting nobility—the General Store and the entire Trading Company could go under.
So Edwin Simons would have priced everything fairly.
That’s precisely why I sought out an NPC-run General Store rather than a player-operated one.
As I nodded, Edwin Simons kindly explained the pricing breakdown.
“You see, these so-called ‘junk items’ that adventurers refer to become impossible to price fairly once quantities grow too large.”
“I understand.”
I knew that well.
And I hadn’t held high expectations anyway.
Even with the sheer volume of Orc equipment, much of it was poor quality.
I’d come here intending to simply offload these junk items to the General Store.
Still, the price offered was better than I’d anticipated.
‘If I convert this to cash, how much would it be?’
At minimum, it easily exceeds 100 million.
No, it would surpass double that.
This valuation, and I hadn’t even included the Orc Lord’s heart.
It was a price befitting the spoils of war from slaying thirty thousand Orcs.
Satisfied with the offer, I was about to nod and accept the transaction when—
“Before we conclude, I have a proposal for you.”
Edwin Simons’ eyes gleamed as he addressed me.
“As I mentioned, these low-grade Orc weapons are classified as junk items, making it difficult to assign proper value. More than half would simply be melted down as scrap metal in a forge.”
“That makes sense.”
“But what if these junk items could be treated as legitimate equipment somewhere? Wouldn’t that change things?”
“Such a place exists?”
An item’s value fluctuates based on circumstances.
When Second first opened in its early days, even an “Orc’s Club” was considered a high-tier item used by rankers.
Now, it’s dismissed as junk—just as it is currently.
And this principle applied to NPCs as well.
“Recently, the Red Beast Fortress in the southern region has faced intensified monster assaults, creating severe material shortages.”
“You’re saying I could sell these items there for a higher price?”
“You catch on quickly. Precisely so. If you supply goods to the Red Beast Fortress now, you’ll receive prices above standard rates.”
“Wouldn’t other merchants be thinking the same thing?”
“The Red Beast Fortress isn’t a place anyone can enter freely. Anyone without verified credentials is automatically treated as an enemy—myself included, despite being the proprietor of Simons Trading Company.”
The Red Beast Fortress.
It hadn’t existed in First, yet the name sounded oddly familiar.
And for good reason—when you say “Red Beast,”
‘Evil God.’
Like the Black Worm God, one of the Evil Gods I’d defeated in First.
After all, it was the creature that had been called the Red Beast God.
“Then that won’t work, will it?”
The head of the Simmons Trading Company.
Why had Edwin Simons brought up the fortress that even he couldn’t approach?
The answer came quickly.
“There is one representative method to prove one’s identity at the Red Beast Fortress.”
“What is that?”
“A title.”
With those words, Simons pointed at me and smiled knowingly.
“Those who possess a noble title are judged to have proven their identity and are allowed entry. In other words, you, Baron Mir, would be able to access the Red Beast Fortress.”
“So you’re asking me to use my noble title to sell items at the Red Beast Fortress?”
“You should be able to sell those ‘miscellaneous items’ you’ve brought for at least double the price. Additionally, I promise you won’t be disappointed with my compensation.”
It was honestly not a bad proposal.
I had been planning to leave Labelt for a while anyway and head to a place with fewer users.
The Red Beast Fortress, which only nobles could enter, was a location that perfectly fit those conditions.
The ‘miscellaneous items’ I had intended to sell cheaply could now fetch higher prices, and Simons had even promised fair compensation.
“Could you tell me the location of the Red Beast Fortress?”
“It’s normally classified information of the Empire, but I believe you have the qualifications as Baron Mir, so I’ll share it with you.”
As I unfolded the map, Simons pointed out the fortress’s location.
And that location was…
‘As I thought.’
Back in the First era.
The place where I had defeated the Red Beast God.
It was exactly there.
The countless tribes that had lived in the surrounding areas had vanished, and the terrain seemed to have changed considerably.
But it was definitely that place.
The moment I was certain of this, the updated Quest details after defeating the Black Worm God flashed through my mind.
[ Main Scenario Quest ‘Omens of Great Evil (2)’ ]
Grade: Epic
Description: Having advanced to the All Master class, you must prevent the emergence of great evil by following the guidance of fate.
Objective: Search for the second omen of great evil.
My class.
The All Master’s second main scenario Quest.
The second omen of great evil.
Just as with the Black Worm God, the starting conditions for this Quest—something like ‘the guidance of fate’—hadn’t been revealed yet.
‘Based on distance alone, there’s a high probability that the second omen of great evil is the Red Beast God.’
The second omen of great evil.
There was a strong possibility its location was here.
I wasn’t just comparing distances—hadn’t I also heard rumors that the Red Beast Fortress had recently faced increasingly fierce monster assaults?
Perhaps if I waited like this, the Red Beast God’s forces breaking through the Red Beast Fortress and emerging would be exactly what ‘the guidance of fate’ meant?
Then.
‘I should go ahead and check it out myself.’
Just like with the Black Worm God.
It seemed better to go first and defeat the Red Beast God as well.
That way, I could further strengthen my Master’s abilities and learn skills from evil gods like the Black Insect God.
“Very well.”
“Ah, wonderful! I’m delighted you’ve agreed so readily!”
“Should I depart immediately?”
“No, no. Since we’re going anyway, shouldn’t we prepare properly? Food, equipment, potions, and the like. Proper preparation will take several days.”
“But didn’t you say the situation at Red Beast Fortress was urgent?”
“Urgent or not, Red Beast Fortress isn’t the sort of place that crumbles easily. Besides, when times are urgent, don’t goods fetch higher prices?”
After shaking hands with Edwin Simons, I nodded while confirming the terms once more.
I sold all items except those I’d bring to Red Beast Fortress to Edwin Simons and received gold immediately.
An enormous amount of gold.
With this much, I could exchange it for a sum that would make my eyes widen.
“Then, I’ll see you in five days! Mir, Baron!”
Thus, I concluded my contract with Edwin Simons and set Red Beast Fortress as my next destination.

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