He didn’t immediately start training but sat down cross-legged in his room. After taking a deep breath to calm down his thoughts, he sent a wisp of his spiritual force inside the hunter license.
Immediately, his perception shifted. The inn’s warm room disappeared, replaced by a hollow darkness as far as his eyes could see.
"So this is the virtual world..."
Just as Jackson was starting to feel lost, his perception rippled slightly, and a few words appeared in his vision.
Arena.
Jackson instantly read it aloud, and a look of understanding appeared on his face. After going through the information on the internet, he had more or less understood what one could do in the virtual world.
First was obviously the Arena, in which awakened of the same realm could fight it out and hone experience. Given how dangerous the outside world was, the Arena had become one of the best places to gain experience in real combat situations. After all, it felt as if you were fighting in the real world.
The second option was the Store.
Jackson ignored the Arena for the time being and focused on the Store.
As he clicked on the Store tab, multiple big names appeared one after another.
Hunter Association.
Green Soul Corporation.
Black Rose Hunter Organization.
And even some famous legendary-grade hunters.
Most of them were selling virtual courses or skill techniques. By paying a certain amount, one could learn many combat skills.
Other than skills, there were tons of options to buy medicinal drugs and equipment that were not available on the open market.
Just one look and Jackson’s eyes lit up with excitement.
If I had better gear, I could hunt even stronger monsters, earning even more money in the same time...
So for him, this place was like a treasure trove.
Of course, one could also do all these things in the real world as well, but when he compared all the equipment and skills on sale with the real world, Jackson realized there was a world of difference between them.
Moreover, there was also the factor of trust. All the transactions inside were backed by the Hunter Association, while on the outside there was no one to ensure fairness.
Feeling excited, Jackson quickly browsed through the contents and soon found what he was looking for.
A strong spiritual power recovery potion: Mountain Elf Recovery Potion, made from the Mountain Elf Heart. With this potion he could hunt for hours without worrying about the spiritual force consumption.
A skill to strengthen the body: Titanium Body. After practicing the skill, one’s body would become as strong as titanium, capable of withstanding attacks from anyone below the Second Sequence.
And finally a defensive treasure: Golden Turtle Alloy Armor, which could withstand one strike from a Peak Second Sequence expert.
He didn’t need an attack skill for the time being.
However, the price of the items made his heart palpitate.
Am I seeing things? What’s with all those zeros?
Jackson almost spat blood counting the number of zeroes behind each item. At this rate, even if he worked to death, he might not be able to afford even a single item.
However, no matter how much he complained, Jackson knew it wasn’t going to change anything. Better to think of some other way to earn money other than hunting.
Once his thoughts calmed down, he closely analyzed his options. Among all these big sellers, only the Hunter Association made sense. Not only did they give discounts based on hunter rank, reaching upward of fifty percent for legendary-rank hunters, their items were also of superior quality as well.
However, as he continued browsing, he soon found some small but famous sellers who were working individually without the backing of any big organization.
If Jackson had anything to sell, he could also open his own store and sell things to earn money, but he didn’t know anything—what could he even sell that people would be interested in spending their precious money on?
Just as he was about to close the Store tab, his eyes landed on something interesting.
A store going by the name Alchemist Dawn was selling pills. If it was only that, of course it would not have caught Jackson’s attention.
Failed low-grade spiritual recovery pills.
Alchemist Dawn was selling a batch of failed pills at low-grade prices.
Selling failed pills...?
Jackson almost instantly snorted. Who in their right mind would want to purchase these useless things? However, contrary to what he thought, there was quite a big market for these pills. The pills might have failed to achieve their desired effect, but in the end they were created from precious ingredients, so they still had some other uses.
Just as he was looking at them, Jackson froze for a moment as an idea appeared in his head.
Wait... I can do this...
If I purchase these failed pills at a discount, then modify them with the Golden Brush, can’t I sell them for a profit?
The more he thought about the idea, the more feasible it seemed.
So without wasting any time, with the intention to purchase, he quickly sent a direct message to the seller, asking when they could send the goods.
...
In another corner of the human territory, a man with graceful bearing sat on a large sofa looking at another batch of failed pills. These days Dawn’s mood had hit rock bottom. He had failed to refine Rank Two pills after multiple tries. These batches had cost him thousands upon thousands of mana stones in value.
Alchemist Dawn was a peak Rank One alchemist, almost on the verge of becoming a great Rank Two alchemist, but his efforts had been for naught.
Thinking of all these things, he let out a wistful sigh, remembering that corporation’s offer. Some days ago, a big area had approached him, promising a path all the way to Peak Rank Two if he joined them.
Alchemist Dawn, however, didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be tied to some organization.
Just as he was thinking, his hunter badge vibrated as a chime echoed in his ears.
"Oh...? Even that batch of trash pills found a buyer..."
Alchemist Dawn was used to selling his failed pills at the virtual market, but due to his mental state these few failed pills had been in really bad shape. Almost no one wanted to buy them.
He was almost about to unlist these pills when out of nowhere someone bought them.
Feeling curious, he briefly glanced at the sender profile and immediately realized it was just a no-name rookie who hadn’t even registered himself in the virtual network.
It all made sense.
Feeling slightly bad in his heart, he hurriedly completed the transaction, not even feeling too guilty for taking advantage of the ignorant rookie.
This was a dog-eat-dog world. There was no need to feel bad.
...
"He responded...!"
Jackson almost celebrated out loud as he received Alchemist Dawn’s message. After finishing the formalities, he got a batch of roughly nine pills for fifty mana stones.
A massive win, in his opinion.
Spiritual force recovery pills were expensive.
Moving out of the virtual world, he immediately took out the nine pills from the storage space.
Neatly arranged on the wooden table lay nine blackened pills looking like pieces of coal that were freshly dug out from mines. Each was as big as sesame seeds, emitting tarry smells.
"Sigh... they are indeed nothing but failures..."
Jackson muttered out loud in disappointment.
It was not clear what he was thinking. Maybe even when he knew they were just failed pills, he had been expecting the world to give him a surprise?
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