Oops, I Accidentally Ascended to Godhood

Two people could be seen sitting. One was an ogre, with a shocked expression and his mouth shaped in an 'O', while the other wore a mask with a zip across it, only his clear blue eyes were visible. A human. Between them, pig bodies were piled around, forming a small hill.

"How much do you think this is worth?" Tarkan finally asked when he saw the ogre had remained still for more than a minute, likely in shock.

Tarkan's question jolted him out of it.

"Give me a second, Mr. Tarkan," the ogre said and quickly left. Within a few moments, the ogre returned with another one.

To be honest, to Tarkan, they all looked the same. The only noticeable difference was that the new ogre had one ear missing and wore a glass banacholar over his left eye.

The ogre didn't even bother greeting Tarkan and immediately went toward the pile of pig corpses to check. The pigs had all been split open by Tarkan when he was looking for a core in their bodies, so they were kind of hard to recognize.

After a while, the man finished examining them.

He was trying his best to hold back and hide his happiness.

Finally, the ogre with the banacholar turned toward Tarkan and introduced himself.

"My name is Ozink. How may I address you?" he asked with a jittery smile, extending his hand toward Tarkan.

"Tarkan," Tarkan replied, but as usual, he refused to shake the ogre's hand. Even though he knew the ogre had no bad intentions, he knew nothing about the races in the dimension and had only the general knowledge given by Aron. He wasn't too sure about trusting that either, it was all he had been able to get his hands on at the time.

"Sorry," he added.

The ogre wasn't saddened or disappointed by Tarkan not accepting his hand. He simply scratched his bald green head awkwardly.

He finally sat where the previous ogre had been, while the other now stood behind him obediently.

Clearly, the new ogre was higher ranked than the first.

"Mr. Tarkan, I must say, I'm amazed. For you to stumble on Oryks, and not only survive but kill this many... It must have been an Oryks' nest. I would say you're one of the luckiest humans I've come across," the ogre said with a smile that didn't look particularly pleasant.

So that's what the pigs were called, Tarkan thought. Hearing the word "luckiest," he couldn't help rubbing his nose.

"How much are you buying?" Tarkan asked. He was in a bit of a hurry and had no time for pleasantries.

The reason he hadn't left yet was to sell the Oryks' corpses, not to buy weapons. After he learned more about the Second Dimension, he knew the best course of action was to go to a higher-tier world. And he needed to exit and get there as soon as he possibly could.

"I respect that. I see you're a man who doesn't talk much," the ogre said.

Tarkan barely held back a sigh. He couldn't understand what part of his attitude the ogre didn't understand already.

Seeing Tarkan's annoyed expression, the ogre didn't want to push further.

"We are willing to pay five million gold coins for each Oryks," Ozink finally said.

Tarkan, who had been slightly annoyed a few moments ago, couldn't help his heart thumping a few times in shock.

Did the ogre just say five million in total or per one?

Tarkan wasn't sure, but his physical expression remained calm, not giving away anything.

Ozink, seeing Tarkan's expressionless face, thought he was dissatisfied with the price and, with a difficult expression, added, "Mr. Tarkan, 5.5 million is the highest we can go. We are willing to take all."

Tarkan, who was seated, felt an extreme wave of shock after confirming the ogre was indeed talking about buying each one at such a price.

"I have a condition," Tarkan finally said after much deliberation. He was sure the Oryks were a very important resource. He wasn't dumb enough to think a feral creature would be that expensive in the dimension without having at least one significant use.

He had already gauged that from the gate fees into the city. He was certain these things were valuable. Judging by the expressions on their faces and the way the ogres behaved, it was clear they wanted the Oryks' corpses at all costs.

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"As long as it's not too much, we'll see what we can do," the ogre finally replied after a moment of silence.

"I would like all the information I can get about this dimension, the races, their relationships, weapons, potions, and any other relevant details. Even the basics. And if you think it's too much, you can deduct the cost from my money," Tarkan finally said, locking eyes with the ogre.

The ogre's face immediately beamed with happiness.

"Mr. Tarkan, that's indeed a difficult request, but we have a deal," Ozink replied quickly, leaving the room with the other ogre.

Tarkan was served tea and snacks, but he didn't dare touch them. He just sat silently in the private office, waiting.

Time dragged on. Just as Tarkan was starting to get impatient, the door to the private room gently opened. Both ogres walked in, holding thick-looking books of different sizes, dropping them in front of Tarkan.

"These are all the materials and information about the dimension we could gather," the ogre with the banacholar said. "And there is no need for you to pay for the information. If you have anything for sale in the future, please consider coming to us first."

The ogre licked his lips as he quickly transferred the funds.

A notification blinked on Tarkan's bracelet: 506 million gold coins received.

Tarkan couldn't help but feel that something was off.

He wasn't doubting the payment, or surprised by the money

Tarkan couldn't quit figure it out but he, felt something was wrong.

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