Skill Book Broker: From F-Rank to Tycoon

Chapter 2: Crossing Worlds

The night sky spread out above Adam and the stars shone like shards of glass. He stood at the edge of the city's industrial area, far from the busy streets and bright lights. The leather-bound book in his hands was slightly warm to the touch.

He opened it again, his fingers running over the old, worn pages. The writing inside was unlike anything he had ever seen - it was twisted, almost lifelike. His system interface reacted when he tried to read it.

Adam He hesitated. He was always careful, and no one jumped before he saw it. But tonight, caution was a luxury he could not afford. He didn't miss anything.

"Okay,"

whispered. "Let's see if this thing really works."

Activating the skill sent a blast of air through him. A swirling vortex of light and shadow formed before him, the edges sizzling like water fire. The pure energy drew into his clothes and hair, sending a shiver of fear through him. The joy in his spine

He looked out at the empty street, at the life he lived—a life of mediocrity, of elimination, and of meaningless F-marks. Then he stepped out.

Adam emerged into a strange, unfamiliar world.

The first thing he saw was the sky—a purple and gold sky, with three moons hanging in the horizon. The air was filled with the scent of strange plants, and the softness of the ground beneath his feet. Covered in a carpet of shiny moss.

He turned, taking it all in. Tall trees with glassy leaves towered over him, their branches shimmering in the light within. In the distance he could hear the soft murmur of a waterfall and the eerie sounds of creatures he could only name.

"Dangerous creatures?" Adam whispered as his heart raced.

System Warning had arrived too late.

A small cry came from the shadows. Adam slowly turned his eyes The landing on the creature defied logic. It stood on four muscular legs, its body was slender and slender, but its face. .. Its face was human, twisted into a strange frown.

Adam backed away, his head aching. "What the hell is this?!"

The creature jumped, its claws flashing in the strange light. Adam barely had time to push it back to the side.

"It's no use!" he shouted as he stood.

The chase was short, but to Adam it felt like an attack. End The creature's claws sliced ​​its back inches from the sky as it sped through the forest. Just as he thought he couldn't run away, a sudden flash of light flashed across the empty space ahead.

The creature growled, jumped to its feet, and ran into the shadows.

Adam fell to his knees and gasped. He looked up to see a figure emerging from the light - a woman in a beautiful dress, her silver hair flowing like molten metal.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a calm but commanding voice.

Adam shook his head slowly, holding his breath.

The woman studied him, her purple eyes narrowing. "You're not from around here?"

Adam hesitated, then shook his head. "No. .. I came through the portal. "

raised an eyebrow. A portal? This is rare. Most foreigners don't survive their first encounter with the predators of this world. "

"Yes, I'm lucky," Adam muttered. clothing

The woman reached out and helped him to his feet. "My name is Lira, and I am the priest of this land. "

Looked carefully at him and said, "Adam." "Thank you for saving me."

Lyra nodded and looked at the shiny book in her hand. His eyes widened. "Where did you get it?"

Adam held the book tightly. "What? What?"

"These are the Grimm of the Lost," Lyra said, her voice dropping to a whisper. Don't live in your world - or mine."

An hour later, Lyra led Adam into the forest, explaining as they went.

"This world operates on a different system than yours." "Here, power is not determined by rank or level. It's the skills you gain - how you use them."

"So the skill books," Adam said as he held up the grimoire. "Are they important here?"

"More than you think," Lyra replied. "Some of the skills can turn a peasant into a warlord. Others can change everything People, books and ways to prepare are rare. .. danger"

Adam's mind raced. A world where books of skill are money, even the weakest rise to power and true knowledge. And he had a way to bring these books back to his world - a world without them.

He could see it now: collectors, groups, companies, all clamoring for something that only he could provide.

"This is my chance," he thought. His lips curved into a smile. "This is my sign. "

When they arrived at Lyra's camp, Adam's head was spinning. The camp was simple, with small tents and a fire pit in the middle, but it was filled with strange objects and glowing vessels that oozed energy.

Lyra handed him a jug of water and said, "You can stay here tonight." "But be warned - this world is unforgiving, if you're not careful, you'll be consumed." "

Adam shook his head Fingers brushed through the make-up. "I'll be careful," he said with a serious look in his eyes. "I'm not here to win. I'm here to trade."

Lyra's face lit up, arousing desire. business?

Adam laughed. "Power."