Skill Book Broker: From F-Rank to Tycoon

Chapter 3: A World of Questions

Adam sat by the fire and stared into the flames. The heat of the fire couldn't take the chill off the box. He picked up the grimoire, his fingers resting on the pale, dark leather cover.

"What am I doing here?" He whispered to himself

The night surrounded him, its strange voice both beautiful and disturbing. Somewhere in the distance, the monster howled—a dark, dark cry that made his skin crawl. He thought about the creature that had attacked him before and trembled.

Is it wrong? He had no business being here. He was an F, the smallest in his world. Even among those who had awakened, it was very difficult to focus. It was true that he could open a portal, but what good was that in a fight?

And yet, here he was, living in a strange world, holding a book that could change everything.

"What if I can't handle this?" he thought as his chest tightened. "How can I die here? What if it was just that A cruel joke, I'm the bad line?"

Lyra's voice broke her excited thoughts.

"You'll be quiet." She sat on the fire, wielding a sword made of obsidian. Its edges were blazing, as if alive.

Adam snorted. "It's ... I think."

He bowed his head to study her. "Do you regret coming here?"

hesitated, then nodded. "Maybe. I don't know. It's all… too much." "

"It's normal." he said, throwing the sword aside. "Most of the people in foreign countries are affected by it. The living things, anyway."

Adam swallowed. "You keep talking. Stay alive — Is it really that bad here?

Lyra stepped forward, her expression serious. "This world is not like yours. There is no safety net, no second chances. You adapt or you die." "

His words hang in the air, heavy and meaningless. Adam saw his belly.

"Think or die," he repeated in his mind. Was he serious about this? He is not a war hero No powers, no mirrors, no training. All he had was his mind - though that mind wasn't enough right now.

Later, the fire died down, Lyra returned to her tent, and Adam stood by the flames, lost in thought.

opened the grimoire again, the pages glowing in the dim light. The symbols seemed to move and twist, as if they were alive. He pointed to one with his finger and felt the different temperature there

"What is this?" he whispered.

the systems responded.

"The Bad Endings?" Adam said with a frown. "What does that mean?"

The system did not respond. He didn't do it when he wanted to.

sighed, leaning against the tree. His mind wandered to the subjects he had seen.

Could he bring the skill books back to his world? What would it look like? He thought it was chaos The Guilds are fighting them, the corporations are giving them bad money, and they are very aggressive people who want to do anything for dominance.

"Am I improving the world?" he wondered. "Or worse?"

The doubts he faced were as sharp as ever.

"What if I don't come back?" he thought. The knowledge of the entrance brought him here, but what if there was nothing else to do? What if he were to remain in this world forever, a helpless stranger in a land of hunters?

"What if I lose?" he wondered. The grimoire was powerful, it was obvious. But with power came a price. Could he handle it? Or control him?

"What if I'm wrong?" he wondered. The idea of ​​bringing the skill books into his world seemed simple in theory. But what if the effect was the opposite? What if he became a target, or worse, a monster?

As the night deepened, Adam's thoughts became dark. He looked up at the sky, at the three moons that had fallen Their light shines on the forest.

"I don't belong here," he whispered. "I'm just a nobody. Why do I think I can do this?"

But then he thought of the rejection he met at home. The condescending smiles, the sad look, the way they kicked him when they saw his appearance.

He thought of the agitators who boasted about their power, a group of hoarders, a system that put people like him at the bottom of the ladder.

and for For the first time, anger flared in his chest, hot and strong.

said in a real voice: No. "I may be an F, but I am not vain. I want to prove them wrong. I want to prove them all wrong."

The Grimoire seemed to hum in response, its glow growing stronger. One's thoughts seemed strange, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the darkness.

It's not just here to survive. He was here to change everything.

In the early hours of the morning Lyra emerged from the tent Finding Adam by the fire, grimoire open on his chest.

"You haven't slept," she said.

Adam looked up with sharp, stern eyes. "I have a lot to do. "

Lira raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She could see the change in him - the fear was still there, but it was overcome by something stronger.

"What is the plan?" she asked.

Adam closed the grimoire and stood up, tucking the book under his arm. "First, I understand how this world works. So I thought about how to use it. "

Lira laughed. "Ambitious. I like it. Don't beat yourself up. "

"Don't worry," Adam said, his lips curling into a small smile. "I won't die soon."