Skill Book Broker: From F-Rank to Tycoon

Chapter 5: Shadows of the Plan

Adam stood at the edge of the crowded square, immersed in a sea of ​​merchants and passengers. The other world was still alive, moving, and dangerous, and he was still learning to navigate. But above all, it was a world of possibility—a place where he could create something greater than himself if he played his cards right.

His ability to navigate between worlds was his greatest secret, a trump card he could never show. If anyone found out he could Before he could return, he would be a target. Adam held his hands, the weight of his plan resting on his shoulders.

"Go slow,"

he whispered to himself. "Play smart."

He wandered the market, his eyes searching for something unusual. He needed to find someone trustworthy—or genuinely interested—to test the waters of his business. Soon he saw a commotion near a small, dirty booth at the edge of the square.

A A young man older than Adam argued with a hard-nosed man. The boy's hands shook as he took out a small bag.

"I told you, that's all I have! Please take it, leave me alone!"

The wild man mocked, took the bag and poured it on the ground. A few spirit stones fell and their glow quickly faded into darkness.

"Not enough,"

whispered. "You're wasting my time."

Adam's jaw tightened. He wasn't a warrior, and he wasn't strong enough to fight, but something about the show made his blood boil.

stepped forward, forcing his voice to remain calm. "Hey, leave the kid alone."

The wild man turned, his sandy face twisted into a grin. "And who are you?"

"The one who doesn't like to be bullied," Adam replied. His heart pounded in his chest, but he remained grounded.

The pursuer approached, towering over Adam. "You have a big mouth for someone without a weapon, a weapon. Why are you an F-level?"

Adam laughed and bent down to work. "Something like that. But even F-levels are more intelligent than wimps like you."

The wild man's face darkened, but before he could answer, a whistle blew from the side of the square. The city guards approached, their weapons gleaming in the fading moon.

The ship spat at the ground. "You're lucky," he whispered before chasing. in the crowd

The boy looked at Adam with wide eyes of gratitude. "Thank you. I... I didn't know what to do."

"Don't mention it," Adam said as he bent down to pick up the scattered spirit stones. He handed them back to the boy, his mind racing.

Maybe that was the connection he needed.

"What's your name?" Adam asked.

the boys replied "Jaren".

"Jaren, are you working here at the market?"

The boy just nodded. "I'm selling Small things - potions, stones, anything I can find. But it's hard. People like him try to use it. "

Adam's lips curled into a thoughtful smile. "What if I told you I could help you sell better?"

The jar blinked in confusion. "Sell better? How?"

"I have access to...rare items," Adam said carefully, choosing his words. "Things you can't find here. If you help me sell them, we can make a profit." "

Jaren's eyes widened. "Rare item? What?"

Adam looked around, no one listening. He pulled a small, delicate bottle from his bag - a small potion he had brought back from the main world.

Adam said: Let's start with this. "Tell the people from the remote area, it's unique. See their reaction."

Taare hesitated, but then nodded. "Yes. I'll try. "

Arama said softly: Okay. "But remember, it's still between us, if anyone asks where you're from, you don't know me"

Taare's face fell, but he agreed. "I understand. "

When the boy disappeared into the crowd, Adam leaned against a nearby beam and took a deep breath. It's risky, but it's the first step in building his network.

Later that night, Adam returned to his rented room, his mind racing with possibilities.

The system screamed and his thoughts broke.

Creation Techniques Progression: 15%. >

"Fifteen percent?" Adam whispered. "What's the point? Up?"

Adam's face fell. The system seemed to be the same as before, but it was clear that his actions in this world would affect his growth.

looked at the grimoire on the table, the pages shining in the dim light. The weight of his secret pressed down on him like a rock.

"If anyone finds out," he whispered, "this whole thing will die."

But despite his worries, a spark of wisdom flared up in his chest. He started out on this path, he didn't come back

Good or bad, Adam worked hard to become the number one salesman for the skill book.