The Game Merchant Who Started from the Ninja World

Chapter 16: Intelligence Disclosure

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Mysterious Merchant: As players have broken through the outer perimeter of the ruined castle, intelligence will now be made public.

Details regarding the Wraith General and guaranteed purple-tier loot are now pinned in the message bar.

In an instant,

the announcement ignited a frenzy among the players.

Previously, the massive resource drain from assaulting the ruined castle—so many health and mana potions wasted—had dampened morale. Most were already thinking about giving up.

But this announcement wiped away all that despair in one sweep.

Instead of fearing the Wraith General's terrifying strength, players were fired up, blood boiling with excitement.

"I was worried all our hundreds of reward points spent on potions would go to waste if the Wraith General didn't drop anything—but now there's guaranteed purple gear?"

"Level 10 purple-tier gear goes for 20,000 reward points in the shop!"

"This is it—starve in rags or live like a king. It all depends on whether we can kill the Wraith General!"

Now, players were generally split into three factions.

First were the elite shinobi from the Five Great Nations—high talent, sharp combat instincts, and undeniably the top tier of players.

Next came the noble-funded squads—mixed bags of hired samurai and rogue shinobi.

Funded by nobles using their riches, they could barely keep up with the elite shinobi, forming mid-tier player groups.

And lastly—

The largest faction: civilians and merchants. No combat talent, no deep pockets, but their numbers alone were in the hundreds.

No matter who they were, they all had one goal: hunt the Wraith General.

The most desperate were the bottom-tier civilian players. This was their chance to overturn fate—to surpass both nobles and shinobi in one blow.

The silver-haired loli was utterly baffled. It felt like the world had gone mad.

"Shouldn't they be afraid of such a powerful enemy like the Wraith General? Shouldn't they be running for their lives?"

She simply couldn't understand the logic of these players.

In worlds previously consumed by corruption, even the most resolute heroes—gifted with resurrection or time-rewind powers—would still flee in the face of hopeless battles.

"What's going on?"

"It's desire," Fang Yi said, smiling as he pointed to the excited players on the screen. "The lowest-tier civilians have to toil just to reclaim barren land, surviving on scraps while the nobles hoard the grain."

"Shinobi live with death at their throats, yet receive only crumbs for their effort. No matter how hard they train, they're crushed by those born into great clans or with kekkei genkai."

"The Reincarnation Game gives them a chance to break free."

"When you're starving, all you want is a bowl of watery porridge."

"When you're full, you want fine clothes and a big house."

"Once you're living in a luxurious mansion, you want servants to wait on you."

"Then you see a shinobi splitting mountains and rivers—and you crave that kind of power."

Fang Yi's smile didn't change. "Even the strongest-willed hero might lose hope in the face of a Demon Lord. But desire—desire is never shackled. It only grows."

"In the face of desire, even a world-devouring Corruption Source seems trivial."

Inside the ruined castle, the sound of battle was deafening.

The Wraith General could use soul energy to continuously summon new Wraith Soldiers.

Players could revive too, though it cost reward points. But by killing Wraith Soldiers, they could earn back those points—creating a self-sustaining loop.

"I'm Mabui. I've received orders from Lord Raikage: we must take down the Wraith General. We cannot let other villages beat us to it."

"Lord Raikage has allocated 500 million as operational funding for this mission."

Samui, tall and curvy, accepted a trade request from the strategist Mabui, receiving 1,000 reward points.

She opened the shop.

One item had been tempting her for days—a sleek short blade.

4,000 reward points.

[Blade of Swiftness] – Level 5, blue-tier weapon. Grants +5 Agility and a Swift buff, adding +10 Movement Speed.

Gripping the blade, Samui—blonde, busty, and cool-eyed—pressed her foot lightly against the ground.

In an instant,

she appeared behind Omoi, blade at his neck.

Omoi froze, stunned. If Samui had been serious, he'd have already been sent back to the Novice Village.

"So fast!"

Omoi swallowed hard. That speed was nearly equal to Samui's real-world capabilities.

She was a jōnin.

Samui was a swordswoman with dazzling technique. Before entering the game, he never stood a chance against her.

The Reincarnation Game… its terrifying growth speed was intoxicating.

...

"I got a blue-tier skill!"

To the north side of the ruined castle, Chōjūrō was flushed with excitement.

A Wraith squad leader's body slowly disintegrated, leaving behind a glowing blue orb.

Hands trembling, he picked it up and read the skill's info.

[Silverlight Falling Blade] – A powerful downward strike during a leap, generating a shockwave.

Restriction: Melee Class Only.

"A sword technique!"

Chōjūrō was practically breathless.

After the Mist Village reshuffling, his incredible potential had been recognized. Terumi Mei had chosen him to inherit the Twin Swords: Hiramekarei—one of the Seven Ninja Swords.

So alongside ninjutsu, he had dedicated himself to mastering swordsmanship.

But when he entered the Reincarnation Game,

he discovered that the legendary notes left behind by past wielders of the Seven Swords were practically garbage—just brute swinging and chakra boosting.

His current class: Wandering Swordsman.

He'd spent 1,500 reward points and reset three times before securing this melee sword-type class.

The starter skill, Dark Slash, combined his physical power with energy and swordplay. It was the path he truly believed in.

After learning Silverlight Falling Blade, Chōjūrō charged into a group of Wraith Soldiers and leapt high.

Boom!

He slammed into the ground like a projectile.

His two green-tier blades pulsed with fearsome energy. Upon impact, the explosion sent a shockwave blasting outward.

All nearby Wraith Soldiers were lifted into the air, their spectral auras rattling violently.

The energy wave, like a ring of blades, shredded them on the spot.

"A powerful sword technique."

Terumi Mei offered a gentle compliment.

Chōjūrō scratched his head shyly, then muttered in concern, "Lady Mizukage, this game is a money-eating monster. Not just gear—even leveling up skills after you buy them costs more points. That merchant's a reward-point-devouring beast."

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