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7.59% I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode! / Chapter 31: The Classifiers Trading Association

Chapter 31: The Classifiers Trading Association

"Wait, you," Lucas, Lana's father, called out, he was able to spot Stark's aura thanks to his formidable archer eyes, and of course that's how he was able to spot people with high potential.

His daughter was the same, which was how she knew if someone only wanted to speak to her because they had ulterior motives, and also able to gouge their strength that way.

Stark was one of the few people that were actually genuine and strong, so he decided to call out to him.

"Oh come on," Stark rolled his eyes, he didn't want to get involved in such a matter, and so he did the thing he thought was best in this situation: run away.

Anybody else that was called by the Archer King would of jumped in joy since it was an opportunity to get closer to the big boss and his daughter, yet Stark just wanted to rest and sell his items.

"Hahahahahahah~" Lucas laughed, he of course had the speed to catch up to Stark instantly, but didn't bother to do as it was more interesting this way, "He seems to be important to you, Lana!"

"H-Huh?" she didn't understand how her father could see that, and she visibly blushed at his remark, "W-well… just a friend…"

"A friend is more than enough for me, finally someone that can understand you, I feel like he is gonna achieve great things!" and so the two of them climbed inside a luxurious car that had been waiting for them and took off.

***

Stark went to his hotel room, which was only around ten minutes away from his middle school, Lotus Academy.

He arrived in his room, and it was the same as ever, thankfully they hadn't given it to another person as he hadn't come back for an entire day because of the 'Class Showcase'.

He took his wallet with him, it contained his credit card, debit card and student card, which would probably make things easier for him.

His phone was also on a table beside his bed, and out of frustration, he grabbed it and decided a few pass-codes.

[1234… INCORRECT]

[2024… INCORRECT]

[0000… INCORRECT]

'…' he thought for a few seconds, and an idea came to mind as he took his student card in hand, 'Even in my previous world, my phone code was the same…'

Stark's birthday was the 21st of May, and so that meant…

[2105…]

And surprisingly, it actually did work.

'Holy shit, the FBI needs to hire me!' he was proud of himself.

But not wanting to waste time, he took his wallet and phone with him and left the hotel room.

He had done his research beforehand, and so instead of taking his time to rest or go back to the library to acquire information, he hailed for a taxi and drove to the biggest classifier trading district in all of Fellarburg.

It took him only 20 minutes since he was close to the center of the city he was in.

"Thank you for the ride," he thanked his driver and exited the car, now standing in the bustling trading district of Fellarburg.

It was around 7am in the morning, yet hundreds of people were coming and going from different buildings and talking to one another.

The buildings around him had massive neon signs hanging above them, advertising various items and services that could be bought and sold at their respective establishments.

Stark walked past the familiar sounds of negotiations and deals being made, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Soon, he arrived in front of the biggest building of them all, and the one that attracted the most people.

"Classifiers Trading Association," he mumbled, and guessed that it was probably the right place to be at.

He entered the building, leaving the bustling streets behind him, he frankly didn't enjoy the noise too much as he would much rather stay in silence, something he had inherited from his past and calm life.

Inside, he found himself in a massive lobby with a high ceiling and bustling with other classifiers who were here for the same purpose as Stark.

All over the place, holographic screens could be seen advertising items, equipments and weapons that could be useful to people.

Feeling a bit lost because of the sheer amount of people, Stark stopped for a few seconds to observe his surroundings.

Thankfully enough though, a woman in a stylish suit approached him with a friendly smile, "Welcome to the Classifiers Trading Association, sir, how may I help you today?"

Her attitude, posture and entire posture had probably been rehearsed hundreds of time to make her seem as friendly and professional as possible, and even Stark couldn't deny that it was working.

"I'm looking to sell some items i've acquired inside a dungeon recently," Stark explained, smiling back.

"Oh~ very well, please follow me to one of our special rooms and I will call a professional appraiser to evaluate the prices."

The receptionist didn't seem very interested in him based on her expression, after all, the 'Classifiers Trading Association' was mainly interested in buying items and weapons that were from higher classed rifts, and Stark's appearance screamed "hey I just started my life as a classifier".

'Low level items' were also appreciated since they could be bought for cheaper and were a good way to start your journey, even more so when they had perks, but it was just that, they were just temporary until you could acquire better loot as your level got higher.

The woman took Stark to a reception room, and inside of it, sitting on a couch, was a middle-aged man with glasses and a soon-to-be balding head.

He was enjoying a cup of coffee while using his phone, probably just waiting for his next customer.

And so as soon he saw Stark, he switched his attitude and went into 'business' mode.

Stark sat in front of the man, neither of them exchanging a greeting as they knew they were here for one thing: trading.

'Spatial Inventory,' Stark with a blank expression opened the void that stored his items, which appeared beside him and surprised the man.

Then he thought about the items he acquired in the rift, and suddenly, he was able to grab them.

He pulled out the [Low-Level Magic Staff] and the [Ice Bow], placing them in front of the table.

"What a weird… skill?" the man stared, confused.

"Don't worry about it, just check these items please," Stark smiled, staring at the man with his deep aura-filled eyes.

The man nodded and began to examine the items.

After a minute or two, he put the staff down, then spoke, "the staff seems of bad quality and only of common rarity, we are ready to offer 53,000 rher coins for it."

Rher coins are the currency of this world, and yes, that stupid god of fate actually named the money after himself.

"Hm…" Stark thought, but was satisfied enough with the first price even though it was extremely low, possibly because it was one of the lowest rated piece of equipment there was, "I accept."

"Very well," the man grabbed the staff and put it beside him, then immediately began inspecting the bow, which interested him much more.


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Chapter 32: Unexpected Conflict

The appraiser grabbed the ice bow from the table, and just like with the staff, he grabbed a magnifying glass enhanced with the [Appraise] spell and began inspecting every centimeter of it.

It took him much more than with the staff, instead of a minute, he spent around five just inspecting and mumbling, "Hm~"; "Interesting~"; "Ohoh~".

After that, the appraiser put the bow on the table and smiled at Stark, "Our association is willing to exchange this bow for around 150,000 rher coins."

At first, Stark was ecstatic as he was gonna be able to pay off many things he needed in his journey, and maybe rent an actual appartment instead of that expensive hotel he was in.

Such an amount would guarantee some people to live comfortably for many months, yet for a classifier, this was a sum that would disappear as soon as he wanted to buy better equipment, skill scrolls or items.

Yet, somehow, Stark felt a hunch, and decided to activate his [Perception] skill to check out the bow.

[Item:] Ice Bow

[Type:] Bow

[Class:] Archer

[Tier:] Rare

[Required Level:] 20

[Quality:] Good

[Attributes:] +30 speed, +20 Stamina

[Special Perks:] While using this bow, arrows have a 5% chance to freeze enemies

[Price:] 180,000

A new category had appeared all of a sudden, one that wasn't available for even the staff, maybe it was because his skill felt that it was unfair and showed him the actual fair price.

"Are you trying to scam me?" Stark looked at the man with a deep menacing stare, grabbing the bow from the table, "This bow should be worth at least 180,000 rher coins."

"Yes but…" the man suddenly explained to Stark that even though what he was saying was right, the association still need a marge to profit from the items that were bought.

'…' Stark looked at him for a few seconds as he explained, "I want 165,000 rher coins."

"Very well," the appraiser gave up and agreed to the amount before grabbing the bow and putting it beside him, "You would be a great businessman sir, are you maybe interesting in joining us-"

"I'd rather not," Stark immediately answered.

"Very well, then please register your name in the association's data base and we will proceed with the payment in the shortest of times," the man gave Stark a tablet, and so he did as he was told.

Soon after, Stark was allowed to leave the reception room and found himself yet again in the lobby of the 'Classifiers Trading Association', there were still hundreds of people walking around, and several hallways leading to different sections of the giant building.

[Market Section]

A sign next to it explained: "Where people can buy/sell/trade items with the help of a middle-man from the association, it can range from armor, weapons, items and equipment."

[Gambling Section]

'Gambling? Seriously?' Stark had experience in his past life, and he sure as hell wasn't taking that chance in here either.

[Party Formation Section]

'Self explanatory I guess…'

After scouring the area for another 30 minutes, Stark decided it was time to leave, plus a notification on his phone alerted him to a deposit of 218,000 rher coins into his account, bringing a sense of satisfaction to him.

Exiting the bustling 'Classifiers Trading Association', he emerged onto the crowded streets, now even more packed due to the "busy hour" rush.

'Classifier' was probably the most dangerous job in this world as you could probably start your day thinking you would gather material inside a dungeon, and never come out of it, so that's why many just enjoyed their life of luxury.

Stark made his way into a nearby clothing shop. Despite his eccentric taste in fashion, he purchased four sets of decent shirts and pants to replace his now dirtied middle-school uniform, he obviously put them inside the [Spatial Inventory].

'I guess that's it for today,' he was satisfied, and while navigating the streets of the giant trading district, which went on for kilometers upon kilometers, Stark decided to open his phone and look out for information.

[Domination Trial] was what he typed in the search bar, but even after many minutes of searching, absolutely no information came out, it was either it was censored, or that no one had ever talked about it online.

'…' this put Stark in a bad situation, after all he had five days before the first domination trial, and having no information with such a thing was suicide.

He didn't know how hard it would be, but even his status panel had told him that he would 'suffer'.

"Ah~ this is gonna be difficult-" not seeing where he was walking because of his focus in his search, Stark bumped into someone, managing to balance himself not to fall.

He instinctively looked up, and once he did, he saw a giant man, at least 195cm tall, muscles all over his arms, legs and body, as well as red hair and a beard; there were two women gripping his arms, their breasts pushed against him.

"Can you not see where you are going, kid?" the man spoke, looking down on Stark.

"Oh, i'm sorry I wasn't watching-" Stark was the type to not seek unwanted problems, so he just apologized and began moving on.

But of course, annoying people will always be annoying.

"You think you can get away after that?" the man replied, driven by the thought of his pride being hurt and to impress the women in his arms.

"Yes, I think I can," Stark looked back, he had already apologized, and if someone wanted to cause problems, he sure as hell was gonna retort.

At this point, many people in the streets stopped to look at whatever was happening: it wasn't that rare for two classifiers to disagree and duel, most of the times it would break into a fight that would be recorded and sent all over the internet, the winner of course being praised.

"Let's settle this the 'adult' way, kid," the tall man laughed, and the two girls that were holding his arms stepped back, a circle had now formed around them, many other classifiers holding their phones, filming the scene.

'What the fuck is happening?' Stark, a neutral expression on his face, wondered, he was just walking minding his own business, yet somehow it had turned out like this in less than a minute.

And suddenly… a crimson panel appeared in front of Stark, one he had already seen before.

[Duel Request: Aaron]

[Type: Deathless]

[Y/N]

'…' Stark smirked, 'I'm going to destroy that guy.'


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