Fantasy Realm [One Piece] [Harry Potter] [Naruto] - [Progression] [LitRPG]

Chapter 139: Special x Sale - Never Question Women's Clothes

Alex stares at the ten small stashes of items laid out on hastily arranged tables. To his absolute horror, there are hundreds of items cluttering the displays.

SHIT, is this a friggin flea market or what? He curses inwardly. I expected maybe five to ten items in total. Looks like these assholes are trying to scam me.

With a sigh, Alex readies himself. If I didn't have the system, I'd probably be stuck using Gyo like Gon does and playing this the hard way... Fine. Let's get to work and check for items the system acknowledges.

He moves to the first table, Menchi trailing behind him, her expression shifting from confusion to outright annoyance as she glances at the so-called "merchandise."

"What the hell did you call these idiots for?" she snaps. "All I see is junk! Look—rusted armor pieces, random bits of jewelry that are probably cheap fakes, and a bunch of other random crap I can't even identify. A rusted axe, Alex? This is all trash!"

Menchi's exasperation only deepens Alex's growing sense of dread.

The merchant behind the table, an older man with a haughty demeanor, sneers. "YOU! Young... 'woman.' I dare you to repeat that again, and I'll sue you for slander! Judging by your looks, your only job is pleasing men—and that won't pay for the compensation I'll demand. These are expensive antiques, treasures worth far more than what some skimpy little playgirl like you could ever dream of affording!" He scoffs, turning to Alex. "Hunter Kerber, I'd advise you to leave your 'girls' behind if you want to conduct proper business. We men should separate business and pleasure, you know. I keep my wife and side chicks far away from my dealings—they only bring trouble!"

"..." Alex is dumbfounded, left momentarily speechless. Finally, he manages, "I'd be careful, you know. This may be a young woman, but—"

Before he can finish, Menchi's aura explodes, wild and oppressive. The air around her crackles with intensity, and the arrogant merchant begins trembling uncontrollably before collapsing to the floor.

Menchi forces a smile, but the murderous edge in her voice is unmistakable. "You were joking... right?"

The man's arrogance evaporates in an instant. "YES, YES! I WAS JOKING! I'M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" he cries, desperately pleading for his life.

"I'll let this slide... just this once," Menchi says coldly before turning her back on him and heading to the next merchant.

The second merchant, clearly having witnessed the spectacle, greets her with a nervous but welcoming grin. "Welcome, young lady! Please, take a look. If anything catches your eye, I'll give you a huge discount!"

"..." Alex stares at the scene in disbelief. Should I just threaten these people too to get better deals? Guess that wouldn't work for me—Menchi's just that scary.

His thoughts quickly take a turn. Though, on the other hand... what's her deal? If she wants respect, maybe she should seriously stop dressing like a whore. I'm constantly staring at her ass and tits myself. Even after all this time, I can't stop. Alex shakes his head to refocus, moving on to check out the merchant's goods.

Unfortunately, the system doesn't recognize a single item from the merchant's wares, confirming that it's all useless.

The second merchant's collection isn't much better. He offers unique-looking hats and boots, some of which may hold historical or collector's value. However, for Alex, it's all meaningless—only items the system recognizes are worth anything to him.

By the time he moves on to the fifth merchant, Alex's patience is wearing thin. But here, he finally spots something of interest.

The fifth merchant's table is full of clothes—shirts, robes, and various accessories. Alex's frustration mounts as he mutters under his breath, Why the fuck would he bring clothes to me? I asked for weapons, armor, and rare tools. A shirt doesn't qualify.