GOD OF BLACKMAIL

On the luxurious second floor of the shop, Ronnie, disguised as the dashing "Edward," strolled alongside the cat-girl Kitty. Her small ears twitched eagerly atop her short hair, and her sleek tail swayed with a playful rhythm behind her round backside, barely covered by her scandalously short maid outfit. She chattered nonstop, her soft voice like a kitten's purr, describing every weapon they passed.

"And this, Sir Edward, is the legendary General Mai Tong's sword, used to repel the barbarian invasion! Look at those engravings—aren't they stunning?" She pointed a gloved claw at a massive blade glinting under the lights.

"And here, check this out! The infamous assassin Rico's whip! They say it's a true spirit weapon, capable of devouring its victims' souls!" Her golden eyes widened as she gestured to a coiled black whip, pulsing with an eerie life.

"And this is the Blood Moon Knight's armor! It's said to have a runic enchantment, making its defenses unreal. Imagine wearing it on the battlefield!"

Kitty rambled on, a seasoned salesgirl, her eyes sparkling with visions of fat commissions from this wealthy client. But Ronnie was barely listening. Sure, he was awed by these rare items—straight out of the books he loved, with prices so astronomical they dwarfed his family's income for years, even before his father vanished—but Kitty's endless chatter was starting to grate.

"These weapons are impressive," Ronnie said finally, cutting through her enthusiasm with his borrowed deep voice.

"Aren't they?" Kitty beamed, her eyes gleaming, convinced she was close to bankrupting this handsome man. "Anything catch your eye, sir? We can negotiate the price a bit…"

"Let's not drag this out," Ronnie interrupted calmly, locking eyes with her. "I'm not here to buy today… I'm here to sell."

Kitty froze, a flash of disappointment crossing her eyes like lightning. "Of course, sir. You can sell weapons here too. The appraisal and sales department is downstairs. Please, follow me…"

"Hang on," Ronnie stopped her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "When I said I want to sell a weapon, I didn't mean just any weapon… Let's just say it's… very special."

Kitty stared at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to gauge if he was bluffing. She'd seen plenty of boastful adventurers claim they had rare treasures, only to reveal worthless junk.

"Alright…" she said slowly, a spark of interest returning to her eyes. Her instincts, which rarely failed her and made her a valuable employee, told her this man might be different. "In that case, I'll need to consult the Lady first. Please wait here."

With that, Kitty scurried off, her tail twitching nervously, leaving Ronnie to wander among the lavish weapons alone. He admired the intricate details of gem-encrusted daggers and bows carved from rare woods when someone bumped into him from behind, making him stumble.

Turning to see who it was, he found a small child sprawled on the floor, clutching his head, on the verge of tears. The boy wore fine silk clothes, clearly marking him as nobility.

"You okay, kid?" Ronnie crouched slightly to check on him when a silky, worried voice cut through.

"Sora! Oh my gosh, are you alright, sweetheart?"

Ronnie looked up and froze. Standing before him was a woman radiating elegance and grace, impossible to ignore. She wore a flowing white dress that hugged her figure with effortless poise, and a delicate hat adorned with flowers shaded her beautiful face. Every movement was calculated, regal, like a princess from a fairy tale—or an angel descended from the heavens.

But what really grabbed Ronnie's attention, sending his blood racing, wasn't just her noble aura—it was her killer body, barely contained by the dress. The fabric clung tightly to her slender waist, accentuating her full, swaying hips with every step. As she bent slightly to check on the boy, her neckline dipped, revealing the start of a deep, tantalizing cleavage between towering, snow-white breasts, like ripe fruit ready to burst free. Ronnie couldn't see where that dark, tempting crevice ended.

The lady glanced at Ronnie with clear, emerald-green eyes, like spring leaves, and offered a gentle smile that made his heart pound.

"I'm so sorry about that. Sora's a bit naughty today," she said, her voice warm and melodic.

The lady felt a strange pull as she looked at the handsome man before her. His striking appearance and confident aura caught her off guard. But she scolded herself inwardly—she was a married woman and shouldn't think this way.

"No worries, my lady. Kids are always like that," Ronnie chuckled, trying to hide how her beauty and allure rattled him. But a gut feeling warned him to keep his distance.

Just then, a group of people rushed toward the lady and child, all wearing gleaming silver armor.

"My lady! Are you alright? Did anyone harm you?" their leader asked, concern lacing his voice as they formed a protective circle around her.

"I'm perfectly fine," she replied calmly, regaining her composure.

Wanting to steal another glance at the mysterious man who'd piqued her interest, the lady looked around, but he was gone, vanished like a ghost.

Ronnie had slipped away the moment he spotted the crest on the guards' armor.

"The Flatinz crest…" he whispered, hiding behind a massive rack of spears, his heart racing. "I nearly tangled with that damn family!"

"That woman… she must be the Baron Flatinz's wife herself, or someone big in their family." He recalled rumors from his neighborhood about the baron marrying a stunning commoner. "That's gotta be her… what a woman!"

Excitement and fear battled inside him. He'd almost crossed paths with one of the province's most powerful noble families, and he was just a disguised commoner. Nobles were known to despise common folk, and he could've landed in serious trouble if his identity was exposed. Yet he couldn't stop the thrill coursing through him as he remembered her emerald eyes, her gorgeous body, and the dangerous, magnetic aura she exuded.

He stayed hidden until the noble lady, her guards, and the child left, and the hub returned to its usual buzz. Ronnie let out a relieved sigh, wiping cold sweat from his brow. Then he heard approaching footsteps. Turning, he saw Kitty returning, but she wasn't alone.

When he saw who was with her, he nearly gasped aloud. Beside Kitty strode another woman, one who seemed the embodiment of seduction itself. Her long purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, and thin-framed glasses gave her a sharp, alluring look. A small, dark mole under her left eye added to her mysterious charm. Her tight white blouse strained against her massive breasts, buttons barely holding under the pressure, defying gravity and logic. With each step, her full, round backside swayed seductively under a tight skirt, a silent invitation to anyone watching.

If the Flatinz lady was an angel, this woman was a Succubu, luring victims with her deadly charm.

Ronnie stood rooted, drinking in the sight of this woman approaching him until she stopped right in front of him. She studied him with piercing violet eyes, scanning him from head to toe.

"Welcome, dear guest," she said, her velvety voice laced with subtle seduction. "I'm Feyre, head of this department. Kitty tells me you wish to sell something… special?" Her smile was enchanting, her violet eyes almost hypnotic, making Ronnie briefly forget his own name.

"That's right," Ronnie replied, struggling to keep his cool under her overwhelming allure. "I'm Edward." He'd prepared the fake name in advance.

"I think we should discuss this in private, don't you?" He met her gaze, smiling slowly, trying to match her game.

"Very well, Sir Edward. Follow me," she said without another word, turning gracefully. Ronnie followed, his eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her hips with each step.

They reached Feyre's elegant, organized office, where she sat behind a luxurious desk, Ronnie taking the chair opposite. Kitty stood in a corner, watching with keen interest.

"Here, we can speak freely," Feyre said calmly, removing her glasses and placing them on the desk, revealing her violet eyes fully. She looked at Ronnie with growing curiosity. "Isn't that right, Sir Edward?"

'What kind of special weapon could this man have?' Feyre thought, sizing him up with an expert's eye. 'I bet he's like the others, peddling some low-quality junk, trying to scam me for a good price.'

'If he's waving around a worthless weapon and lying about it, I'll make him regret stepping into my shop. I'll torment him slowly…' Her smile faded for a moment, replaced by an icy chill.

Feyre was fed up with these deals. She was used to odd requests and people claiming to have treasures, only to reveal they were petty con artists.

'The shop's losses are piling up every day with this cutthroat competition…' she sighed inwardly. 'I need a solution fast, or else…' She glanced at Edward again, her eyes a mix of doubt and hope. 'I hope this guy's got the real deal…'

Ronnie felt her piercing stare, like it was slicing through him, and sensed a faint prickle of danger. This woman wasn't just a pretty manager—she carried real power and threat.

"This weapon, Lady Feyre," Ronnie said, his voice calm and confident, breaking her silence. "It's been in my family for generations." With that, he extended his hand, and with a faint glow, the Valir Sword appeared from thin air.

To Feyre and Kitty, it looked like Edward had pulled the weapon from the void itself.

'Void magic?! Impossible!' Feyre's violet eyes widened in shock, her mouth parting slightly. 'This man… he's seriously powerful!' Even Kitty was stunned, realizing her instincts had been spot-on.

In that moment, Edward (Ronnie) held the sword. Its blade shimmered with a pale silver glow, dark wisps dancing along its length, giving it a unique, majestic aura.

The moment Feyre saw the sword clearly, she shot up from her chair, slamming both hands on the desk, staring at it with bulging eyes.

"A Valir Sword?! No… this can't be!" she whispered, voice trembling. "This sword looks special even among other Valir swords I've seen! That aura… those engravings…"

She kept staring at the sword in Edward's hand, unable to tear her eyes away. Kitty was equally shocked, barely believing this mysterious man she'd met by chance held such a rare treasure.

Meanwhile, Edward waved the sword with ease and grace, as if it weighed nothing. With each swing, faint light claws and silver sparks trailed from the blade, adding to its mystical power.

Feyre swallowed hard, her throat dry as she examined the sword with her expert eyes.

"May I… take a closer look?" she asked hesitantly, her usual confident tone gone.

"Of course," Edward grinned, relishing their shock and reactions. He remembered the smug look Feyre had given him moments ago, but he didn't care now. He handed her the sword to inspect.

Feyre gripped it with both hands but was instantly shocked—it was unbelievably heavy! She nearly dropped it, only her past training as a sorceress saving her. Her shock grew as she recalled how Edward had swung it single-handedly with such ease. She, Feyre, a level 40 former sorceress with deep knowledge of this world's secrets, struggled to hold a mere Valir sword!

'Valir swords are usually wielded by knights with immense physical strength…' Feyre thought, her eyes darting between the sword and Edward's calm face. 'So… this man must be an incredibly powerful knight, posing as a rich noble!' She was stunned by the conclusion. If she knew Edward was really a scrawny level 1 kid, she'd have slapped him like swatting a pesky fly.

She turned the sword over, studying its strange engravings and unique design. Her beautiful, shocked face reflected on the polished blade. For some reason, she felt this sword had seen great, terrifying wars. An aura of danger and death emanated from it, like it had just emerged from hell.

Of course, she didn't know this sword came from the most dangerous era in history—the Final Era. Anything surviving that time was a priceless, insanely powerful treasure today.

'This sword…' Feyre's eyes gleamed suddenly. 'This sword could save the shop! It could restore our reputation!'

In that moment, she flashed a wide, genuine smile, watching her reflection on the sword's surface. Hope for saving her shop and family had finally arrived. She looked at Edward with a completely new expression—a complex mix of gratitude, greed, curiosity… and maybe something deeper, less definable.

"Sir Edward…" she said, her voice regaining some of its earlier seductive lilt, now tinged with newfound respect. "I think we have a lot to discuss about this… treasure."

Ronnie smiled inwardly. The prey had fallen into the trap. The demoness of temptation herself was now at his mercy—or so it seemed. The game had only just begun.